Oh!

A bad... A bad dream? Maybe, she is still very disoriented. Nothing she had seen made any sense; not in the context that she had come from a world entirely different from this one. If it had been a dream then things made more sense—and Nazli's mind grappled with that, seeking the acceptance of what was said to her. It had to be this. Yes, that must be... That must have been it.

Still, she felt such intense emotion! Had a dream ever done this to her before? Nazli could not recall. As she slowly returned to herself and a sense of control arose, limiting her expression little by little, she looked again to the woman—and to the plinth behind her, and to the horizon which.. She did not recognize.

How did I get here? Her mouth felt dry. Her belly ached, and she felt weak. How long had she been asleep? It felt like forever. Where—where is here? I'm sorry, I... I don't know what is happening. She rubbed her eyes with her palms, blinked a few times, and seemed more focused after.