This time, the memories flowed into his mind like a giant river. Zephyr unknowingly took a step back, immersed in thoughts.
The fragmented memories that usually made no sense were coming together wondrously. At the same time, the deep emotions the original Zephyr felt crashed into his mind. Overloaded by it, his consciousness drifted into a trance. His eyes lost focus for a second, and he found himself standing in a dilapidated room.
The walls surrounding him were dusty as if they had not been cleaned for months. The low ceiling hung above, carrying a bunch of cob webs. It looked like an abandoned study.
Zephyr coughed as dust flew from the direction of the open window.
'Where am I?'
Shaking his head while coughing, he grabbed onto a table nearby. Accidentally, he pushed a tiny bottle down the table. The bottle fell and crashed onto the rough stone floor, spewing black ink everywhere.
"Ah!"
