You are here and you don't know how it could have happened. Maybe your body fell back through reality... no, of course, what are you thinking?

It's a dream, sure, but you think that as usual you will wake up. You pinch yourself. You don't wake up, but you feel the pain stinging your face... maybe you should have pinched yourself more gently.

Anyway, now you know that what you see is real.

Around you, the world is strangely gray, the air has a greenish tinge. Your bare feet slosh through slimy mud and as far as the eye can see you see the strangest trees: bare, with trunks that seem to be made of smoked glass. The sky is leaden, so covered in clouds that it seems to have been painted uniformly by someone who doesn't know how to mix colors well, and so instead of blue he got this gray, heavy paste.

Take a deep breath.

You have two choices in front of you.