Caelis

You wake up, a dull ache pulsing through your body as consciousness slowly returns. The last hazy memories flicker—loud music, towering figures looming over you, macro hands and paws toying and 'playing' with you until exhaustion claimed you. Now, you're lying on something soft, the scent of something warm and savory drifting through the air.

You push yourself up, wincing at the lingering soreness, and take in your surroundings. The space around you is small—cozy, even—but well-furnished. It looked like a typical, if untouched high class house. You could almost believe you were back home, if not for the glass wall on the other side of the room. The wall separates you from the outside, and beyond it... the world is impossibly large. The countertops stretch like distant cliffs, the cabinets loom like skyscrapers, and the ceiling might as well be the sky.

A massive, furred figure stands at the kitchen counter in the far distance, her back turned as she hums softly to herself. Snow-white fur, a long, powerful tail swaying gently behind her, and ears that twitch periodically. She’s dressed in a simple but elegant red dress, the fabric shifting with her movements as she stirs something in a bowl large enough to be a swimming pool for you.

She must sense your gaze, because one of her large, expressive ears flicks in your direction before she turns her head slightly, her piercing orange eyes softening as they land on you.

"Oh! You're awake," she says, her voice warm and motherly, a stark contrast to the booming voices you remember from before. "I was just making some breakfast. How are you feeling, little one?"