Sigmund awoke as though rising from a deep and comforting darkness.
His body felt lighter than ever.
Though it didn't seem like much time had passed, it felt as if he'd been asleep for ages.
His senses were astonishingly sharp. Even the air felt clear and pure.
When he opened his eyes, an ivory-colored ceiling filled his vision.
He inhaled slowly.
His mind was clear, and his body felt more refreshed than it ever had.
Every muscle in his body stirred awake. Vitality seeped deep into his bones.
'Why…?'
Confusion crept in.
He recalled the previous night—a raucous drinking party.
The alcohol had flowed endlessly, poured until his mind turned hazy.
Nonstop chatter and laughter, the clinking of glasses and applause…
All of it returned to him vividly.
With that kind of drinking, he should've woken up with a splitting headache, a heavy body, and a churning stomach.
Yet here he was, feeling as light as air.
