I saw your ghost

Sunlight will stretch its fingers through the trees, roving over Sunjata's sleeping body. Like warm whispers, a soft breeze accompanies these radiant patches of gold, gently rustling the Flood awake. The first thing he will see before him is a small vial with the words drink me written in eloquent script on a hang-tag.

Directly next to it is a silk blindfold with a similar tag, this one reading put me on.