You would think that a land mass hovering in the middle of clouds, surrounded by stars, and home to a crooked mystical tower that held a powerful wizard and three good faeries would seem to be the peak of otherworldly and bizarre things to an ordinary person, and by most standards that would be correct. However, that doesn't mean that more things otherworldly and bizarre couldn't take place there.
In this regard, it is a shimmering sphere accompanied by a pale blue hue which pulsates. With each pulse it grows larger, with the area being buffeted by strong winds and having the ground and nearby trees being tinged with frost. In the midst of that shimmering sphere can be seen the figure of a woman garbed in paramilitary equipment, laying on the ground with her body curled into the fetal position, her head held between her hands and her face scrunched up in a grimace of pain... all before the the hue and the sphere disappear in one swift motion, leaving the woman there to continue to lay upon the ground. An aching gasp lulls from her mouth, followed by a series of deep coughs, as though she was trying to force something to leave her throat. Rolling to her stomach, she forces herself up onto her hands and knees before standing, stumbling backwards and stopping her from falling back down with the aid of a nearby tree. She spits onto the ground, as her eyes focus, before widening in shock. This wasn't the corridors of steel and concrete that she remembered seeing before the pain hit her.
"W-where am I?" She tries to take a few steps only to stumble and drop back to her knees and hands.