You find yourself walking without aim through a forest at dusk and you have no idea how you got here, how long you've been walking, or how you even arrived.

The colors of autumn fill your vision through the sights of the golden glow of the sun sinking in through the canopy of yellow and red leaves overhead.

You hear the crunch of leaves underfoot as you walk, that rustle and sway to the winds of October. The familiar scent of the damp soil under your foot wafts its way to you.