My pulse quickens. I spin in place, searching for the source. But the landscape remains the same.

“I’m not supposed to be here,” I whisper to myself, as the chill seeps deeper into my bones.

But something… or someone… wants me here.

And they’re waiting.

I look around again, but nothing seems familiar. None of my dreams have ever felt like this or looked like this.

“Hello!” I call out again, hoping someone will hear me.

Once again, I’m met with silence.

My breath comes out in ...