dead and gone

He supposed his question was too vague to illicit any kind of response but what was obvious. He knew he was on a beach thanks to what he felt and what he heard through his good ear, but what was this place as a whole? He'd never experienced anything like this before, but for all he knew it was just one, unending dream and all these wolves of strange colors and sizes, crystals and mushroom infections, and everything else would be nothing more than a nightmare. That would be ideal anyway, but unfortunately it was anything but the truth.

"Out of this place. Father than the beach; from where I came." He said finally, wishing he could figure out how to get out of Boreas. If he were lucky, maybe this woman would know how to get out.

"Speech."