The first thing I observed was how pretty the scene was.
The sun rising over the mountains, the first rays of light breaking onto the landscape. The small, scattered islands covering the ocean, dotted with sugar canes… or reeds… or bamboo… or papyrus, or something.
Chickens, cows, sheep and pigs wandered the land, occasionally falling in the water and just staying there, bobbing up and down. Ha. Stupid.
My senses started to come to me, and I realized how odd everything looked, too.
Everything was made out of squares. Even the animals. They were all blocky and mechanical, moving like a wooden puppet, almost. The islands were lumpy and uneven, and the… water-dwelling plant… was… what would you call it… pixellated?
I looked down and saw myself the same way. I was all blocky, and moved like the animals did. Like a puppet.
And then I realized I had no idea where I was, or who I was. And that it wasn't morning. The sun wasn't rising. It was falling.
Night descended… and a hand came out of the ground.