This being felt that resonating aura again, their chest tightening and senses bothered by the presence of this apparition. The sentient humanoid's eyes widened, a green bubbling well of energy started emerging behind them. In fear, they whip their head around to find a faint outline of a bird-like mask beneath the swell of metal liquid. The source screeches in their ear and immediately jumps out of the ferritic ground, grasping with claws, his temples and jawline as if it is in a panic. Their eyes pierce through the man with gazing green eyes. The source of this stirring aura was robotic, an android. Their face was like an owl and opened up, a horrifying maw with tendons made of a dark material connected beneathe their face. Steam crept out of them and screamed as the vision fades with but a whisper.

     The man wakes from the terror, sitting up rather weakly. Blue, glowing liquid flows from his left eye, onto the jagged rocks beside him. The rocks beneath him, splattered with that same glowing river of assumed blood. He is damaged severely. As he slowly rises from the rocks of a cavern entrance, he gently leans on the wall. It is filled to the top with blue flowers glowing fruitfully in his midst. Uneven rock and mineral formations align themselves all around the encompassing area.

     As the blue liquid quickly evaporates like a cooling mist, a bird is seen flying above him. Not just any bird, a skeletal mockery of one, cawwing as the being persists in staring at it. Being comprised only of bone does little to frighten him. In his mind there are no recorded memories of fauna, flora, language, heritage, or civilization. This makes him feel very unusual, like something important is missing within his mind. 

     The man's pulsing markings glow in abundance of flourescent light blue, like the liquid dripping from his eye and mouth, running down his body like a streaming brooke winding through rocks. His eyes shine all the same and glisten in the darkened landscape. He remembers a small spark of information. The dark clouds roll in as he recollects his thoughts. He replays a memory of an unknown amount of time earlier recorded. It has been some time since then, but not too long as the storm is still available.

     As he replays the memory, in a perspective seperate from his own, he tramples running desperately from the storm chasing him. The lightening is green and striking the ground, wind razing through snippets of the grass as he sprints toward anything he can find as a shelter. The acidic rainfall trickled and sizzled upon his body but only tickled him. He could only begin to wonder what it would be like in large quantities and he did not want to find out. He found himself tripping onto an incline and sliding toward a near-death drop, right at the edge of a cliff. He saw what looked to be islands, floating above a slightly lit abyss below, filled with wavering clouds and pilfering springs of hot wells of steam. Beneath the islands were large clusters of light blue crystals, resonating with an energy that created a central gravitational pull, lifting such a heavy mass it is attached to. The chasm was forgivingly bright for what is shown beneath a storm. Perhaps there is a light source down there, or it's a reflection of the ball of light he saw in the sky from before, refracting through the object he is on. There was no time to admire such beauty, however. As the storm approached, it rippled through his hair and he braced for the impact. He peeked out through his arms and saw an opening, it was far but he was planning to jump across before the next tidal of wind swept through. He gained a running start, breathed out his last subtle breath, and opened his eyes rapidly running toward the edge. Gaining speed he slid right before it and gained power to jump through his legs, making him go higher than usual. This trajectory was flawed, he fell back as the islands move from storms constantly and it threw his aim off causing him to slam into a rock. 

     In the present-tense, looking back at the splatter of blue misty evaporating liquid, or what was left, he logged these notes after thinking about it. He will now remember this traversal problem in his mind. He feels around his back, closing his eyes. A large gash is present, stretching from between his shoulders from the left and ending close to his right shoulder beside his neck. Flesh and muscle were almost completely nominal, no repair required and self repair was already commenced, it said through his eye's lens. Sadly only one eye worked, the other one was constantly flickering, sometimes showing scary visual artifacts nothing could explain. Neural satas were dislocated, disconnecting power to a... "generator"... and the... "apparatus?" where has he learned these words before... He looked into some of the words in a codex that was readily available within the lens of his iris. His mind must be working enough for connection to some source for information. The letters were readable at least to him and he started to understand them. Apparatus made sense... but generator didn't. Was it one of his organs? He thought about looking up some information about body anatomy but his mind immediately remembered his injuries and the need to repair. He went in search of a village and slightly limped on his left leg, holding his left arm as he traveled down a nicely paved dirt road. He wonders... who is there that could help, if they could help at all?