Upon opening your eyes, you have a strange and curious sensation for just a moment, as if you had caught a glimpse of your own face, through a glass, darkly.
That glimpse, however, rapidly resolves instead into a familiar face...
As you sit up, the raven hops to the ground. The remaining water droplets on his beak fall to the ground.
You are sitting up in grass. There is a river near by, and rolling green hills with grass and trees surrounding you. The sunlight filters through the trees, and other birds chirp from their branches. It is a peaceful pastoral scene.