[let it go playing faintly in the distance]

The floor you awaken on is cold. Cold as ice. In fact there is a thin layer of frost covering the grand mosaik, the mosaik in question depicting the world's creation.
The room is large and airy, you can hear the wind whistling through pillars and windows as well as feel the chill of it. It's all illuminated by a the bright sun shining in through a circular window in the roof.
Perched all around the room are birds of the corvidae family, namely ravens, jackdaws, crows and magpies. They're all eerily silent and seem to b watching you with their piercing gazes.
On one end of the room there is a huge door, on the other, a throne on which birds are perched as well, but in this throne sits none other than yours truly.