As Moby opened his eyes, he was met with a blurry mess that quickly grew clearer yet equally unknown, obscure as before as reality completely set in and halted its aggressive spin.
He was currently stood in a room, metallic white engraved with lined patterns was the first thing he witnessed. It was of a circular design and very simple in nature, yet the quality and feel of the room was nothing short of exquisite. The room felt empty yet cramped at the same time. There was much space to move around, yet, the wall was not fully blank, housing numerous machinery of unknown origin that Moby had yet to see in all his life, glowing lights filled his vision from every corner like Christmas lights, but there was one light that eclipsed all of them despite coming out of the corner of his eyes.