Rex's vision blurred as he found himself seated upon a grand throne. He could feel the weight of his position the air heavy with authority, the golden seat beneath him cold and unyielding. He was the emperor, but something felt wrong.
He couldn't quite remember how he had gotten here or why he was in this place, this palace that seemed to stretch endlessly around him. His mind was clouded, the thoughts swirling around his mind but he finally looked around him.
The vast hall was filled with silk curtains and gold decorations. Rex glanced down to see a puppet play unfolding before him.
The puppets were animated by a person with lifelike precision, moving and speaking as though they were real. The story they told felt a bit familiar to him. However as soon as he heard it he soon forgot about it as if he couldn't remember it.