Somehow you've moved from your world to the world of frutiger aero. You are lying on a hill on the green soft grass. You've never seen fresher, softer grass in your life. Everything was covered with it. In the distance there were similar hills and fields dotted with this grass. Clusters of water flew around, in which exotic bright fish swam. Old frutiger aero style tunes could be heard all around. In the distance, a quiet city was visible, lined with white skyscrapers with panoramic windows. There were also wind turbines, and perfectly clean and empty streets. You heard footsteps behind you