The sun was an arctic blue overhead as I lay on what appeared to be a dull orange shrub. I closed my eyes for a moment, completely disoriented. A park, I’d been in a park. I thought, pressing my wrist against my temple. Something had pulled at me, crushed me into somewhere dark. Then I’d been thrust into the sky, falling.
Where am I?
The land around me was rather flat, orange shrubbery dotted it, with certain structures on the plant that glowed blue, most no higher than my shin, trees were scarce, with strangely ordered branches twisting around a main trunk along with that same blue structure. Everything was tinted in a bright blue, and if I were so inclined to look at the sun, a stupid proposition back home, I would likely find it brighter, bluer and more blinding than on earth. The wounds I got from my fall appeared superficial, but some prodding revealed a sharp pain in my side, likely a cracked rib.