He hasn't had the best life, in fact, some would argue that his life couldn't have been worse, but there's still hope, even for a nihilist. As when an expedition to colonize the moon quickly turns into a disaster, he is swallowed whole by an anomaly and spat out somewhere completely different. Here one can conjure flames with words and summon thunderclouds with a shout, but it's not all fantasia and ecstasy. The world seemed peaceful enough, but as he learns more and more. He realizes everything he sees is a facade, and what's truly underneath is a civilization built on blood and war. In fact, the whole world is in a state of war, fueling the coming of Ragnarök.
I had no idea how long it had been, even with an internal clock, the sleep was simply that good. I did however notice a shift, I was no longer sinking, I was falling towards the surface. I was about to wake up. I was not opposed to the idea as I had responsibilities, but I would miss the serenity that was my unconscious.
It didn't matter what my feelings were either, as I began to feel my body once more, and the world was unraveling around me. I'd ignore all the information as long as I could though, as all I needed to know was that I wasn't hurt, and I wasn't.