The night was still young as you jogged down the quiet dirt path. College had been overwhelming lately, and you relished these late-night runs, the peaceful solitude they offered. But tonight, something felt off. A strange unease began to settle in your chest, growing stronger with each step.

Suddenly, a soft, green light surrounded you, casting a perfect circle on the ground. You slowed to a stop, the discomfort in your mind intensifying. The eerie glow seemed to lift you off the ground, and as you rose, your heart raced. Your eyes grew heavy, the confusion deepening as your strength began to fade. The higher you floated, the weaker you became, until everything went dark.

When you finally awoke, you felt the cool, smooth surface beneath you, a hard, unfamiliar texture—possibly the floor? Your body felt strangely light, as if gravity itself had loosened its grip. As you slowly cracked open your eyes, you noticed an oxygen mask covering your nose and mouth, an IV taped into your arm. You were laying on your side it seems.

You tried to move, but a soft, light pink hand—human-like, yet not quite—gently pressed against your chest, holding you still. Other hands, too, worked around you, their movements careful and efficient. The voices around you were incomprehensible, like a stream of strange, lilting syllables, sounding human but distant, foreign... almost like gibberish.