Virgin Awakening

Chapter One - Awakening to Febu

Jeff awoke to an otherworldly glow enveloping him in a massive, misty igloo—a peculiar sanctuary that felt oddly familiar yet utterly alien. His gaze fixated on a sparrow dancing elegantly in the dawn sky, a fleeting yet enchanting sight. The bird vanished into the vast expanse of dark green oak trees, leaving Jeff bewildered.

"Where am I?" he questioned the silence, lying on what seemed like a bed, yet devoid of any sensation. His body hovered weightlessly, as if suspended mid-air. With a tentative roll, his elbow descended into the bed, almost touching an unseen floor.

"You're awake," a serene voice resonated, its calming tone tinged with concern. "Jeff," it continued, pausing abruptly. Jeff focused intently, hanging onto every word. Mutt, the speaker, maintained a composed demeanor. "Stay still. Breathe deeply and relax."

Jeff complied, surrendering to the moment, letting his breath slow and eyelids close. Relaxation came effortlessly, a hypnotic state that eased him into a serene slumber. As Jeff dozed off, his body gradually ascended, floating effortlessly towards the bed's surface.

Sensing Jeff's restful state, Mutt probed gently, "Now that you're awake, do you feel the need to return to Fridigo?" Jeff's eyes snapped open, bewildered by the mention of 'awake' and 'Fridigo.' Yet, Mutt lingered knowingly, inviting Jeff to make sense of the jumbled thoughts swirling within him.

"I know you have many questions," Mutt mused, "See if you can sit on the edge of the Ofty. It might help." Jeff obeyed, swinging his feet to the floor, a cascade of unfamiliar sensations rippling from his heels to his mind. Mutt's smile conveyed reassurance. "You'll acclimate. It's always like this at first."

Jeff raised his head to meet Mutt's gaze—a stout, fair-skinned man with neatly trimmed gray hair, exuding an infectious enthusiasm. "I'm Mutt," he introduced, "here to guide you through the Awakening process." Jeff struggled to voice his thoughts, silently grappling with a flood of questions, rendered speechless by the enigma surrounding him.

"Verbalizing is challenging," Mutt remarked cheerfully, "but you needn't, unless overwhelmed by extreme emotions." Mutt urged Jeff to relax further, guiding him to soften his features, clear his mind, and sink into a calming stillness.

In this tranquil interlude, a soft murmur broke the silence. "Jeff, I'm here to help," Mutt reassured him with a warm smile, urging Jeff to relax his forehead. Surrendering to Mutt's guidance, Jeff found a newfound peace, comprehending Mutt's telesting communication effortlessly, without comprehending the method behind it.

His foremost query emerged like an echo in his mind—'Where am I?' Mutt elucidated, painting a picture of Jeff's origin: the planet Febu, nestled within the Pheno solar system, where Jeff had spent 2.513 star years. Jeff learned he resided within an Ofty—a dense, artificially created air bubble nurturing his body through invisible light waves. Automated probes tended to his every bodily need, recording every cellular detail and dream vision in a quantum field database.

As Mutt divulged these peculiarities, Jeff discovered his nakedness, yet all traces of his previous scars, ailments, and discomforts had vanished. Observing Mutt's attire—a light blue shirt, a black cardigan, and full black trousers—Jeff silently assented.

Mutt retrieved a pair of clothing articles, flipping them open from a case and explaining their adaptability. Intrigued yet bemused, Jeff hesitantly accepted the garment, watching in amazement as it adjusted effortlessly to his form.

Amidst this bewildering introduction to a new world, Jeff's mind buzzed with unanswered questions, the enigma deepening as Mutt unveiled only a fraction of the intricate puzzle that was Febu.

Jeff cautiously slipped into the elasticized trouser and found himself equally bewildered and captivated by its adaptability. Mutt observed with a knowing smile, his eyes emanating a sense of understanding Jeff was yet to comprehend.