You can feel again, but your body is not quite right. You feel as light as paper, disoriented as if you were you were looking down on your body from a great height.

Gradually you begin to hear the crashing waves, and the silhouette of the mansion fades into view. You feel so small beneath it. It is vast, and old. Whispers, from the very edge of your ability to hear, seem to urge you to stand up and walk the stone path.

The presence is very near: it seems to vibrate with energy, both mournful and enraged. You know that it can't quite sense you, not yet. Suddenly you stand, your body electric. You want to run.

You glance around.