Zand found himself back within that garden world he had been pulled from. That tranquil paradise. The lair of the world serpent. There was no sign of the commander. And where he had held congress with the snake a pillar of marble. Carved into a seat, it was a likeness of that serpent which had whispered to the commander in his previous trip into construct. The perfect tranquility, punctuated by a breeze, that was slowly building in intensity. It gave a sense of urgency, of criticality to the experience, as if time was of the essence, and delay was danger.
Zand remembered, in this moment, that he had forgotten his awareness. That feelings, thoughts, dreams, fantasies, all tools of the deeper self - but not self. He was none of those things, simply aware. And his awareness could sense the importance of the Serpent's Seat.
