[@Gentlemanvaultboy][@MikkishtheLeprechaun][@Karkinos]

Voices, lovely, but confused voices. The great shiny bulk of the green and red moved the Naijio forward. Steadily judging the distance between his next few steps, his mind awoke and his sight returned. 
A grey mass, littered with cracks. How would I ever hunt when I could easily fall through all these? 

More voices, audible ones. Some far away, but most really close by.

After some radio static and high squeeking sounds, the noise of a screaming little girl was sent to meet the lovely voices just around the corner.