The forgotten world

prolog

At first everything was white.
Only gradually did a yellowish flickering light shimmer.
It penetrated consciousness, as did the faint smell of salt, which kept increasing.
Slowly the feeling of having a body returned.
This light, almost alienating feeling of weightlessness gave way to sudden indolence.
The body was pressed against the ground as if a container made of pure steel was standing on it.
But only the fingertips bowed to the will to finally get up.
Gradually a recurring sound rang out in the ears of the still unconscious body.
Light splashing followed by a muffled sound of the noise of the waves.
Finally her eyes opened and she became a woman beyond her senses.
She saw her hand lying quietly on the sand.
Her skin was pale and exhausted.
After blinking a few times, she tried to look up.
She pressed her hand open, consciously searching where the second was.
Only then was it possible to get a safe stop.
It was still rather difficult to put on the lower body and sit down properly.
A feeling dominated him as if he had run on air and he lost all feeling.
As if she had no legs.
She exhaled heavily.
Where was she?
All she dared at first was to stare at the sea in front of her, which lay calm under the rising sun.
For a few seconds the sight was more captivating than the urge to dissolve the uncertainty.
The glistening orange, red and yellow rays of the sun.
The green, bluish sea.
The horizon that kept changing colors as it slowly rose.
A picture of harmony.
It had a liberating and beneficial effect on her still sleeping body.
Slowly she put on her eyelids to once more absorb the power from the sun's rays.
Then she wanted to look around.
The back of her neck was difficult to move, as if it were made of stiff rubber.
But in her eye socket a curious eye was already wandering to the left in order to see at least something.