Who are you? Who goes there? What's going on in here?

What is this? Where are we? How can this situation be rectified?

I must head home now and recommence my slumber and then recommence my daily routine which involves business and transaction.

Where is the sky? Why is it so dark? There is no wind. This silk conforms to the malice of my twisted features and to the protrusions of my warped physiology. Why am I within a cocoon?