The sun just went down to his left from the horizon. To his right, not far away, was a very steep rock face, about five thousand meters high. That was terrifying. To his left, far away, the same rock face was clearly visible. A kind of long deep grove in the Earth’s surface was this, about fifteen to twenty kilometers wide, as far as the eye could see with Nevon lying in the deep canyon. The evening sun, which seemed to be too big, was about to disappear from the horizon above the left rock face in the distance. The really lava red sunset was still temporarily bathed the grass not far from him. It was a spectacle. The grass looked deep green and the reddish sunlight was bright, while not bright enough to illuminate the surroundings or the dark blue, almost violet sky. As if you could look unprotected into outer space. A thin stream of fog restlessly covered the still warm grass stemming from the cold air coming down from above along the rock face. Strange, but beautiful scenery. He became very cold. The cold air from above flowed noticeably on Nevon’s face, yet right above him on a rock pulpit the trees were still bathed in the picturesque red evening light.
»It shouldn’t be so cold down here. Where am I actually?«
The place where Nevon lay was a spacious, flat place not far from the right rock face. On the expansive meadow many pigs were to be seen. Apparently a pig breeding farm. Yet something was off. The pigs he could see most clearly did not have few light hairs; rather they were coated in a dense fur. Everything held a familiarity to it and yet is wasn’t quite right. Plants, pigs, even the sunlight. It was as if someone had tried their best to create an Earth they knew little about. Different and yet close to home.
»I am certainly still in shock. It makes no sense what I see here. I should be dead and everything hurts.«
Nevon looked at his legs, yet both knees were unhurt. He ran his hands over his whole body only to realize that his head was covered in blood. He was lying in a pool of blood. He couldn’t remember anything. He could speak and realized that the pigs looked kind of weird, but he couldn’t say exactly what was going on. He also couldn’t remember how he had gotten there. The only memories were what he had seen since waking up, and yes, he remembered the clouds of light and only vaguely about his accident. But as he looked more closely at his body in the weak light, as it was already getting darker, he was amazed to find that his skin was white. Nevon fell back in confusion.
»What is wrong with my mind? I know I was black before, yet now I am white. Why don’t I notice the difference?«
Once the shock had subsided Nevon looked around him again. Not far away from him he saw two people lying on the dirt. Nevon slowly got up, his legs seemed to be unhurt despite the pain. He didn’t even look at his knees anymore as he slowly approached the two men lying on the ground. There was no grass where the bodies lay. The ground was trampled down by the pigs here as well as in other places. The two did not stir as they lay with their faces in the dust. They could no longer be alive and both bodies were coated in blood. Since it got quite dark in the meantime he could no longer recognize anything. Nevon made a point not to come any closer. He didn’t know the people and any intrusion on his part would only bring trouble, contaminating the crime scene.
»Thank you, crime movies. Why am I thinking about the cinema? Why am I even here and in this situation?«