It's dark. Heavy... it feels heavy. Why does it feel like something weighs me down? Last I remember, I'm in my home. Why do I feel like I did something? Have I done something? My home, I should clean up, let me get up. I lay my palms on the ground and push myself up to stand. Dust, dirt, I clean my body off of them while my sight is still partially clear. I see the dirty floor like a vignette. I concentrate to fix my eyes' focus and see better view of where I am. Is this my home? Wait, no, this is wrong. Why is there debris everywhere? Why does everything look.... ruined? Where am I?