AISLYN

When I open my eyes, bright lights filter into my pupils, almost blinding me.

I blink rapidly to adjust my vision to the bright light before finally opening them fully.

Strange objects hang around the room, which are covered in clay.

There are ancient markings on the wall, with paintings that look as old as the Earth.

My eyes move from one painting to another, trying to recall where I am, but the more I stress my brain to remember, a sharp pain attacks my head in protest.

I hold ...