The first thing I registered was the light: sunlight that was more than sunlight, more tangible, more real, somehow, than sunlight in the mortal realm. I focused, trying to sense my fingers and toes, trying to feel the beat of my heart. I was whole and alive. My mortal form was intact. But I was in Faerie. There could be no mistaking that thrum of power on the air. The wind that was felt like a sensation in a dream rather than sensation against skin. Nothing in Faerie was physical: it was a world of illusion and magics while at the same time being more real and more immediate, than anything in the mortal plane.