consciousness like trying to push mud out of your eyes, fuzzy and heavy. Right, she was in some kinda cocoon. Smelled like... woodsmoke and old magic. Hmm, weird combo.

Irritated, she tried to shift, but the whole thing just kinda shifted with her, like she was stuck in Jell-O. "Great," she muttered, the word muffled and weirdly echoey. "Just great. Trapped in a fancy cage."

She poked at the surface with a finger. It was hard, smooth, but with this faint, weird shimmer, like water on hot glass. Where the hell was she? Not the Shadowfen. Definitely not the Shadowfen. Smelled... cleaner? Almost sterile, but with that weird antiquey magic tang.

Suddenly, the air shifted. Not like a breeze, more like the atmosphere itself tightened and loosened. A swirl of color rushed past her感知——pink and gold, like a tornado made of silk and honey. Whoa. Not good. That wasn't just some weird 'cage'. This whole area... it was shifting? Like she was in some kinda magical blender.