Agonized Servitor of Deception and Fear Lionborn Ashenheart, Born Beneath the Stars of the Tainted Blood of the Tormented Messiah Falling Upon Virgin Snow, in Corruption's Unholy Name Reborn From Ignoble Death by the Grace of Wuxiao the Mistress of Shadow, Dark Servant of the Most Hateful and Glorious Neverborn, That He May Bring Misery to the Hearts of the Pathetic Multitudes of Humanity ("call me Lao", he says, and accepts the prickling feeling that is the disapproval of the Neverborn) has not been having a great day. Or week. Or... he's never actually had what could be called a "great" day, come to think of it. Certainly not since taking his Last Breath.
This day, then, is exceptional less in that it isn't great, and more in that it is very, very confusing.
He got lost wandering the Labyrinth, which isn't that confusing; it's in the name. But then he exited the Labyrinth, and finds himself now in... a field? And it doesn't seem like it's a field in the Shadowlands, because it's got living plants. And he can't hear Wuxiao's sickly-sweet voice, though he can still hear the Whispers of the Neverborn crawling in the back of his mind.
Lacking a better idea, Lao wanders some more.