An island with trees.
Trees without leaves. Grey trees. Along the river, you can see there aren't many trees. It is a desolate landscape. The wind is blowing, yet it is relatively warm. Sand or earth—this is the place where you find yourself now. It called to you in your fantasies and dreams, and now you have found it.
It is an island. There is a key here, too, and you must find it to escape this dream. It is as if you arrived here by boat, yet there is no boat to be seen; it will appear only when you reach the river with the key. There are few trees, and everything is monotonous. You move calmly—as if in a dream, as if floating—though you are actually walking. These are your first steps on the island.
You walk silently, gazing at the uniform landscape. Trees—leafless now. Sand or earth. You look all around, wondering about the island's size; it is likely vast. A small river cuts across it. Nothing else is visible.
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