One by one, the Young Ones began to wake up from their slumber.
It only took about an hour for them to wake up after all succumbing to the overpowering sleep that befell all of them seemingly at once.
Once they opened their eyes, they found themselves in a strange room.
It looked like a place made with sand, but the walls and floors were dense and thick—like bricks. The ceiling had a similar look to it.
Luminous stones served as light, and a comfy moss-looking material—almost like a mattress—covered the immediate ground where the Elves were previously sleeping on.
It reminded them of the structures from back home, but the Elves knew they weren't there.
They were in a strange place.
As the last of them flicked her eyes open, she saw the rest of her sisters still disoriented, trying to figure out where they were and what happened to them.
The only one who hadn't woken up yet was their Elder—Gratiana La Shanagari.