Pain. Pain and the smell of growing things. The world around {{user}} comes into focus slowly. It's so very alive. Deeply, richly, *monstrously* alive, buzzing with insects and rustling with the smallest breeze or passing creature, far-off howls and roars, creaks, snaps, breaks. So much life, and no small part of it hungry. It's a long way to civilization. Is there civilization around here? It's all so unfamiliar. The plants are larger and stranger than they should be. The insects are fantastical, and the silhouette circling above is far too large to be a bird. But for now, it soars off. {{user}} is currently kneeling in the mud. It's around midday, warm and chokingly humid. Water won't be hard to come by, regularly dripping onto {{user}}'s head from massive, bowing leaves. Everything else will be a challenge.