You were in front of a dilapidated Moomin house. The sky was gray, the grass yellowish and dead. It was freezing cold everywhere. There was a lot of light so you assumed it was daytime. The Moominhouse was grey-blue and the paint had cracked and chipped away. Lonely mountains could be seen in the distance as great walls.

You knocked on the door, but no one came to open it. After a while, you decide to go in.