You awaken to the smell of something sweet… raisins? The scent wafted by your nose, pleading for you to awaken, and slowly… you do. Your eyes open to take in the fact that you most certainly aren't awake. At least, not unless Raiga's compound had become decidedly more Greek when you weren't looking. It was Circe's island, that much you could tell just from the scents and sounds of the world around you. It was a more… almost melancholic place than Fuyuki, the light shone on it more faintly and with far less intensity, leaving a golden glow over everything at almost every time of the day. As if showcasing an old film, or, you suppose, as if the world itself didn't quite know how to deal with its existence. Everything had a shimmer to it, a haze of unreality. If one didn't focus on anything in particular they didn't notice, but it was present in any case, that little nudge in the corner of your mind that what you were seeing was alien, different, of another time and place. Something lost. Something… mythical you supposed.
