He fell with a small thud into a soft patch of grass.
He was in a clearing-but it was-it was like everything here was without a flaw...the sky was perfectly blue without a single cloud, the grass green as emeralds and dotted with flowers of every hue, gently blowing in a slight breeze-butterflies drifted over the soft petals and the whole thing was buzzing with life and energy-it was too perfect. It was-eerie...
He walked further through the meadow, the sights enchanting, ruins rising up out of it and covered in creeping vines, dandelion fluff floating through the air-magnificent, tall pine trees crept at the edge of the clearing, nearly obscuring his view of the horizon but just beyond it he could see-the tips of what seemed to be a massive castle...