You woke up to an ocean of grey.

You, however, quickly corrected this assessment; this grey was of a rather light shade, with a small tinge of blue. You concluded that you were looking at the sky.

Only then you took notice of your body. You were lying on your back.

You heard the wind howling against… something. It sounded like grass. It made you cold. Very cold.

You tried to move, but your legs refused. It felt like they were stuck in the ground.

The mud felt grainy against your skin.

It took a while before you got to your feet. You haven’t done this in a long time. While you stretched your shoulders, you looked at your surroundings.

You were in a ditch of some sort. Looking over its edge, you did not see much more than a field. A field stretching far and wide like a vast sea with small islands of forest here and there. The only other thing disrupting this endless plain was a long, small hill with trees on it. These trees were arranged in a neat row. Curious. You didn’t remember trees standing in neat rows like that.

What <span class="mu-i">did</span> you remember to begin with? You scoured your brain. Nothing came up.

Crawling out of the ditch, the howling wind hit you. After struggling a bit with the force of a particularly strong gust, you set your first step.

You were lying on your belly this time, your foot sunk in the muck hidden below the grass.

Raising your feet high up in articulated strides, you slowly made your way to the row of trees.