You wake to the feeling of cold grass brushing against your cheek.

For a moment you don’t remember falling asleep—much less lying in the middle of a field that stretches farther than the horizon itself. When you push yourself up, the first thing you notice is the weight of your dress. Heavy fabric, layered and old-fashioned, dusted with dirt and wilted petals. A medieval ball gown… and definitely not something you’ve ever worn before.

The second thing you notice is the sky.

It’s breathtaking—filled with ribbons of shifting color, like dancing auras caught in the last light of sunset. Purple melts into gold, gold into blue, all of it shimmering as if the sky itself is alive. It should feel peaceful, but instead it feels almost unreal.

No houses. No trees. No voices. Just you…and a narrow path carved into the endless field.

There’s nowhere else to go, so you start walking.

The grass whispers against your dress as you climb a small hill. When you reach the top, your breath catches. In the distance—so far it almost looks like a mirage—stands a massive stone castle. Dark towers, broken battlements, a silhouette full of secrets.

“Where… am I?” you whisper to no one.

You walk again, the horizon shifting with each step. Minutes pass. The air grows cooler. As you look ahead, something interrupts the perfect wave of grass—a small, dark shape lying on the ground.

At first it looks like a shadow. Then like an animal. Then, maybe… a person?

They’re lying on their back, still, staring up at the glowing sky.

Your heart beats faster.

Who—or what—is waiting for you in the middle of this impossible field?