The incessant clank-clank- clanking reverberated between your ears. The path ahead was blocked by a grotesque figure… the tall, dark trees suddenly became closer, narrowing the space around you. It became chilly, you see fog around you, blocking you from seeing beyond. “Howdy! Know where I can mine myself some good ole’ gold?” The grotesque figure says. Forgetting the terrible gift you received on your eighteenth birthday a few years ago. You summon a flashlight- you can’t, remembering that you woke up in the- what… late eighteenth century? Early nineteenth century? Anyway, you summon a lantern. Revealing the face of the figure that blocked your path. It was an ugly, filthy man. Having some missing and chipped teeth, the remaining teeth were bright yellow. His right hand was flinching constantly. ‘Twas the prospector. He was pretty annoying from last time. You don’t want another dog turned to a gold nugget so you get away from him by saying “ Well I saw a cave with a mine-shack, so I guess there’s gold there..”. You did some drama when you were a kid so you said that sincerely. You keep on heading forward, not looking back. You don’t have a goal for where your supposed to be but you just want to get away from that man.. no not the prospector but the shadow man. You call him that cause he’s always in the shadows. You never see his face except for his eyes and his weird hands. His eyes can change from white to red spirals. It can be white or blue judging on you. His hands are filthy, nasty looking but they also look like brown gloves with broken fingernails. Back to reality. The rank smell of rot and mold permeated the humid air. Every step forward was answered by some nearby slip or slither. You tread cautiously into… The Wetlands. Left or right. There are two signs, the left one says Peace’s Fool, the right one says…. Well, you can’t see what it says but there red graffit- ink saying turn back. Instinctively you turn left, not really wanting to take a risk. A foul smell invaded your nostrils and caused your throat to seize. A hulking man sat by a brackish pond with his feet submerged in the dark water. He pulled a hook from a pile of rotting fish and rose to his feet. “I am the Angler. Go fish.” Intimidated you, well, go fish. After what seems like hours you catch only one bass, it’s pretty small. The Angler is proud of you and he gives you a big bass for your reward for catching a fish. You considered the Anglers catch as a meal, but the rank odor deterred you. Dinner would have to wait. You venture further…into the unknown. A frigid gust of wind billowed, unwelcome, into your lungs. The beauty of the falling snow failed to distract you from the chill in your bones. You had ascended to… The Snow Lines. As you’re walking through the snow, you see a stone shrine. The curious side of you prevails the reticent side. You head to the shrine cautiously. But you trip and something hits your head, leaving you unconscious to the cold terrain around you. You wake up in cold sweat. You’re trembling. I guess it was all just a dream, you think to yourself. But the snow around you make you think otherwise. Was it all just a dream?….