 What is one main mood that the narrator initially conveys in the article?
Words formed themselves on my thick tongue, words that must have been spoken by so many reviving unfortunates through the ages: "Where am I?" It is as well, for this will be a birth and beginning of your destined leadership on Dondromogon." Of course, such areas, between the hot and cold hemispheres, would be buffeted by mighty gales ... War, unceasing, bitter, with no quarter asked, given or expected. "Suffice it that you were needed, and that the time was ripe. There is a proper time, like a proper place, for each thing and each happening. Especially as I don't know who I am, or where I'm from, or anything that has happened longer ago than just a moment.
 Confusion
 Superiority  Fear  Confusion  Hatred