A voice. This is what she heard, someone was talking to her, though she could barely make out the words. The tone though, she knew it too well, the voice was challenging her to live. Yes, she heard that word. Whoever, or whatever it was, challenged her to live. She tried to open her eyes again, only managing to crack one a bit, the figure before her appearing to be nothing more than a shadow. [i]Live...yes...I must...live...[/i] she thought just before passing out. Her dreams were strange, she dreamed she was alive once more in this strange landscape, dancing among the frost and snow. It was as if the cold didn't affect her, as if she was part of the landscape herself. She felt at home, strangely enough. If it were anyone else, it might have been strange for them to feel that way, but not her. The best way for her to describe it was that she was meant to be here, as if it was meant to be her home. Her dream stopped when a shadow loomed over her, darkening everything around her. Was she scared? Not in the least. She was curious, who was this shadowed figure? Would she ever know? Before she could figure it out, her eyes slowly began to open. As they adjusted, she found she was no longer in that strange place. Well, she was, but not where she had been to begin with. She looked around, slowly sitting up as she scanned her surroundings. More of them. More of those twisted, yet oddly beautiful objects surrounded her, but they weren't like the ones she saw before. Her mind then suddenly recalled her wound, which she immediately touched, finding nothing there. No mark, no scar, nothing. It was as if it never existed in the first place. "How is that possible? I could have sworn I was dying..." she said out loud, clearly confused by the whole situation.