It was dark when I awoke, cold and damp and filthy, and I was very much alone. Water dripped incessantly nearby and I curled tightly in on myself, sinking deep below my consciousness as I scrabbled feebly at the walls of my mind. My body was frozen, but inside I was like the sea: a roiling mess of calm and ill, highs and lows, pulled down into the murky depths as my senses were flooded. I flailed against the weight of oceans pressing down on me with no hope of salvation, trembling in despair.

A light, small but strong, materialised above me and pulled me to the surface; it grew brighter as I emerged, gasping and breathless. My sun gazed down at me, breaking through the dark clouds, and I watched as they dispersed, warmth flowing against my skin as this new sensation spread and consumed me. It extended a hand and held me, guiding me forwards to stand on solid land, and I couldn't stand to tear myself away as I stared into the eyes of my saviour.

So this is how it feels to be reborn...