There's no rhyme or reason to it, you've been somehow dumped into some sort of bleak blackwater wetland. You can hear the unseen animal life going on all around you, noisily, see the tree crowns closing in above, as if grasping the cloudy sky above. The fog sneaks among their mossy trunks and fills the space among the tall cordgrass. This is real.

Against the backdrop of the gray sky, a silhouette comes into view. Gliding soundlessly, levitating deftly between the splotches of light from above and the trunk of trees who cast all below in deeper shadows. Pale face framed in yellow-black locs sheds expressions rapidly, as if a different anima bore it moment by moment. She dives into the thicket the moment her gaze reaches you. For the longest moment there's no movement, but then she emerges up again, her eyes trained on you, resolve reflecting in them.