Blacktail Deer Plateau frozen in timeless aura, a catalyst of colors

He blinked again, the discomfort of the sun in his eyes becoming ever more annoying, but he did not understand what it was that made him uncomfortable, nor could he figure out what to do about it. Sounds had begun to trickle into his awareness at some point in the last several hours, and he now became aware of loud, irksome buzzing. Slowly, his head dropped and his eyes fell to a tiny yellow flower near his foot, where a fuzzy bumblebee wallowed in its pollen. He watched the bee, a distant sort of confusion written in his face.