Your eyes flutter open, and a strange stillness surrounds you. The scent of earth and damp leaves fills the air, yet something feels… wrong. As your vision sharpens, you realize why. The towering trees around you are not as they should be—their trunks are unnaturally straight, their leaves forming perfect cubes that sway in a wind you cannot feel. The ground beneath you is oddly uniform, a patchwork of dirt and grass, each piece fitting together like a puzzle.

Panic flickers in your chest. Where are you? How did you get here? The last thing you remember is… what? The memory slips through your grasp like water, leaving nothing but an eerie emptiness.

With a deep breath, you push yourself upright. The ground is firm, yet there is a strange weightlessness to your movements, as if the very air around you has been simplified. Your hands, your body—everything feels real, but at the same time, there’s an unsettling artificiality to it all.

A soft rustling catches your attention. A shadow moves between the trees. Are you alone? Or is something—someone—watching?

The sun hangs high in the sky, but something deep within tells you that when it sets, you may not want to be caught unprepared.