Solomon opened his eyes to a familiar sight. He lay on a bed of green grass while the rushing sound of a nearby river echoed in the background.
Pushing himself off the ground, he glanced across the endless plains and let out a tired sigh.
"I keep having these weird, dream-like experiences," Solomon muttered, massaging his temples. "It is genuinely messing with my head."
A lingering headache pulsed behind his eyes. 'Spending fifteen years trapped inside the Paladin's memories surely gave me some kind of mental problem. I should get therapy or something.'
He walked over to the riverbank and peered into the crystal-clear water. The current rushed past the grassy edge, flowing significantly faster than he remembered from his previous visit.
