Note to self: I'm not infallible.

Air whispered across flesh that had felt nothing for what seemed an eternity. Unfamiliar senses assaulted. Touch. Smell. Sound. He recalled them from what seemed another life, but experienced them on the level of a newborn. The mail coat that hung heavy across his shoulders, framed by sable hair, felt proper, its presence comforting. His surroundings, however, did not. Intricate Egyptian hieroglyphs were etched into the floor beneath him, following the rim of a circular pattern carved into th...