Freewrite: Small Package and Chibera Story

There's needles sticking in and out of all sorts of places in my body, I can hear my breathing quite loudly too as I breathe through this pipe and mask attached to my face. My vision is blurry or perhaps I'm in a tumbler; I can't say for sure what's going on but it's pretty weird. Its been the same ever since that day..

Where do I start from? Probably some weeks ago, maybe months or years, I really can't tell. I've been so out of depth lately, I refer to everything as a human construct and truth be told, that's also something I'm being less and less of. Ever since that weird explosion everything's been weird; coupled with the fact that that tree sprang up from no where and its far reaching roots destroyed the little semblance of home I had. It wasn't much, a small shed with my fishing equipment and the small matter of my wife and two children I barely remember. I can't remember much these days, I mean, I know she meant a lot to me and I swear I loved those kids but for the life of me, I can't seem to remember them; their faces, their personalities. All blurry in my mind. That faithful day took everything away from me. I miss them, at least I think I do. Then again it feels like its just something humans should do so I do it to keep some human part of me alive. Probably the only human part of me.

Much like everything up until now, the event is a fading memory stuck in the recesses of my mind; the day everything changed in the World and these weird creatures started popping out of nowhere. How long have I been out of consciousness? What really happened? How long have I been stuck in this cryogenic glass thingy? What are all these pipes attached to my body doing? Why's my body burnt so much? Why can't I move? and why are these damn elves looking at flashing screens and writing notes? I have so many questions to ask; at least I'm still alive, I muttered and smiled inwardly. A moment which felt like an eternity passed and it was much of the same, a small package with "grey stone" was brought in by a dwarf wearing a white lab coat with scraggly looking hair and given to who I assume was the head elf of the operation, the dwarf beamed out of the place and I could swear he teleported. My eyes and the elf's locked for a brief moment and I could see the look of panic in his eyes, he gestured towards his underlings in front of the computers and they nodded, hit some keys and I slowly faded to black.