It was dark when Amos awoke, drifting in and out of consciousness, floating up on a current of air. Blinding light snapped him awake, his vision adjusting to his new surroundings.  He was over a temple, one of his own to be precise, yet he didn't remember coming here. The temple looked old, years of weather had eroded much of it and what remained hinted little to what is was yet perhaps someone who knew history could decipher the ruins. His corporal form drifted away from the temple, the sunlight dulling his power yet this didn't stop him from exploring this new place. Quickly he came upon water and a beach..with others, in the distance it looked like four people, casually standing on the beach. His form became more visible and shadows seemed to flow from his body, distorting the space he took. Anyone looking in his general direction would see a silhouette of a man, simply staring.