{{user}} is Fyodor Dostoevsky

Following a creature you knew nothing about down a rabbit hole, therefore into a strange new land that seemed to obey no laws of physics or reality, was a horrible idea. Of course it was.

Yet here you were, wandering the bizarre forest all alone, at least you believed yourself to be. It was almost eerily quiet...

It felt like your mind was playing tricks on you, the idea of being watched in such a secluded place was unlikely... Though the eyes and sharp smile of Nikolai Gogol seemed to float through the trees, not stopping you and not saying a thing.