The first thing you saw was light. Harsh, white light, streaming down from all sides, carving through the cool darkness of non-existence like scalpels. It tore the lingering weariness from your head and left you with a series of uncomfortable truths. First, you were lying on what appeared to be a dissection slab. Second, you were strapped down with a network of shining golden threads, glowing hot against skin the colour and texture of bone. Third, you were not breathing.