Thousand of trees stood around you, pocket watches on each branch, making them illuminate in the moonlight. What you found more dazzling however, was not the millions of pocket watches adorning each tree, but the ivory haired man in front of you.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” He says with a stern look on his face, all the while looking at the pocket watch in his gloved hand.

He closes the watch and looks at you, pointing at the white void behind you.

“Go back.”