Marseille had a dream.
That dream was both a nightmare and a beautiful dream.
Sweet yet painful, warm but terrifying.
The paradoxical and hard-to-let-go dream would eventually end, whether he was willing or not, Marseille also faced the moment of awakening.
Consciousness gradually reclaimed control over his body, and a barrage of information began to flood in. Chaotic and noisy, mingled with voices of various greetings, the wailing of machinery begging for lubricant to prolong its life, the stench of rubber and metal burning together, the smell of disinfectant and blood, flickering lights and shadows, irregular vibrations and swaying...
All sorts of information jumbled together and stormed into his mind uninvited, making his already throbbing head feel like it was about to burst in an instant. It was only after a dozen seconds that Marseille was able to sort out some of the situation.
