Blackfeather Woods I'm starting to notice a sound

It all happens rather quickly, though Zephyr is unaware of anything happening at all. For him, it's simply a quick blink out of consciousness, a momentary commercial break. It's already fading by the time his eyes blink open, sharp silver ice focusing on Taikon even before he takes his first conscious breath. He relaxes, shifting slowly into a more natural position, legs shaky and uncooperative. He tries to speak, but that doesn't work. Standing doesn't work either — not even close. His limbs simply refuse. He tastes blood, tongue swiping lethargically over his muzzle again and again as he gives up on his attempt at standing and sinks back down to the ground.
And through all of it, he feels not a single hint of distress. No — he'd heard something in those brief blissful moments of darkness. Something beautiful, unforgettable, a sacred secret. He feels enlightened.