At first, it feels as if you have been dreaming. The sense of dislocation, the giddiness, the feeling of flying rapidly through space all adds to the unreality. Where are you? What were you doing a moment ago? These thoughts arise in your mind , as if you were half-awake, on the borderlands of consciousness. Perhaps you have been knocked senseless, or poisoned with some hallucinogenic drug. One thing is certain: you are in a strane place and you do not remember how you came here.
What you can see before you is as clouded and vague as the contents of your mind. There seems to be nothing but mist swirling about you, with a suggestion of huge shapes briefly glimpsed through it. The mist is cold on your face and with a start you begin to realize that this is no dream. You are here, physically with all your equipment. There is wet grass beneath your feet. You feel no pain so it stands to reason you were not knocked out or dragged here by some foul means and you feel the freedom of movement possible. How then did you come to be here?
Alone in the mist, you wonder why you do not feel more afraid. There is a presence here, something old and comforting, like a childhood memory.
The mist begins to clear. In the faint light of a new day, you see the huge forms that you glimpsed before. They are megaliths… standing stones that tower over you, set into the form of a circle. The place is achingly familiar to you though, but you are sure you have never been here before.
Through the thinning mists you see that you are not alone as you had thought. There are others here and by the look of their faces, they are as surprised to find themselves here as you are….