At first I thought that the voice had merely echoed off the dusty ceiling, but at that moment the moon appeared from behind some ruins, illuminating the chamber. The ceiling was as a sieve, composed of intertwined stalks of bamboo. What I had thought was dust was actually starlight filtering through the swaying leaves. And perched at the very top was my captor. As I stared, blue and green lights suddenly danced down his left arm and he disappered, only to reappear glowing in the shadows across from me.