Jonan's head was a throb of dull but persistent pain. His eyes were burning, and with every heartbeat, stabs of sharp pain pierced his skull.
The ears were ringing with a shriek: a steady and painful high pitch that made it difficult to differentiate any sound from the eerie, almost chilling silence that filled this place.
Everything was a hazy smear, an amalgamation of colors and shapes; rays of light-or whatever this place had for light-stung his eyes. He had to muster all his strength to raise one trembling hand to rub them, hoping it might offer some relief from the discomfort.
