You're sitting in room, in a comfortable position. The room is bathed in amber twilight, and there is a soft breeze with a faint ocean saltiness. You do not know why you're there, or who (or what) brought you there. The only sound is a low humming, vaguely mechanical, or possibly musical in origin. Then, after fifteen or so minutes, music. It triggers a vague sense memory of a distant reality, lost in time. You shift in your seat, preparing yourself. Something is about to begin.