Orinoco's Wanderings

On rolling over Orinoco felt a crunch of glass and metal beneath him. 

Dazed, he attempted to make sense of his surroundings. The air was thick with burning plastic and a metallic petrolly undertone, that felt as though it was clawing at his throat, attempting to asphyxiate him. Struggling to breathe, he tried to see through the smoke and gain his bearings. As the air swelled and undulated, irridescent specks of purple, blue and pink mesmerised him, and his initial looming fear slowly ebbed away. The microcosm the smoke encased him within, became less suffocating and more solacing. The trickling air was thick with the tiny coloured lights, expanding, it surrounded Orinoco and prevented his perspective from widening. He fell weightlessly back and collapsed within himself, the struggle deserted him. 

Hazily he attempted to pull himself back into the smoky world above, sluggishly stupefied, Orinoco succeeded in regaining some semblance of consciousness. The crunch of glass and metal. The thick, suffocating, beautiful surrounding atmosphere. Then something popped deep inside his ear, in the goo between his brain and his skull and suddenly he managed to balance upright on his feet. Sickness tore at his throat and chest, his legs refused to tolerate his weight at all well and his eyes couldn't focus or help in any way with the situation. Blinded, weakened and unable to assimilate any of his surroundings, Orinoco attempted to move...