When Abidin came to, he was staring at the ceiling. It was familiar, but he didn’t recognize it. The colors were so much more vivid. He didn’t realize they came in so many shades. And the detail was so sharp. It was as though he could read the expressions in the figures’ eyes, not just on their faces.
“Quite a change, no?”
Abidin whipped his head around. Alistair was smiling at him, pointed teeth gleaming in the firelight.
“The detail, I mean. With your new eyes.”
“Yes…” Abidin said, looking all around.
This will do nicely he thought to himself.