The wind was terrifying. It was the wind (along with some other things) that swept away all the evidence of human development several months prior, after all. The wind was a thief that many feared, and not without reason: After the Great Storm, the wind had become restless, a constant threat lingering in the air. The wind became as fearful as the dark, constantly bringing memories of what was lost in the Storm to those who managed to survive it--- But there were some who did not fear. The waning crescent of the moon was his only light source, as the howling winds quickly extinguished any flame he tried to bring with him. And yet, it was still pitch-black, as the overreaching canopy of the trees blocked the moonlight from lighting the forest’s unknown paths, making it extremely dangerous to trespass the land of the trees. And yet, this boy still bravely and foolishly took up its challenge and ventured deep into its depths. Despite the strong winds forming an almost solid wall forbidding further entry into the forest, he still walked forward with little resistance, other than the occasional rotting leaf being knocked from its branches. It was the perfect chance to explore his surroundings without the fear of being stalked by unknown predators, like those he faced just hours before. He confidently strode through the forest, fearing nothing as his wooden and weathered spear served as his guide through the darkness--- And yet he still managed to trip anyway. What did he trip on, anyway? A rabbit hole? It was like he hit a brick wall. Suddenly, the air was still and he could no longer feel the wind in his face. It was an odd sensation: He had spent the last several months facing constant torment from the wind, and suddenly it was just gone. He opened his eyes and immediately hissed at the sudden brightness: Why was it suddenly the middle of the day? As soon as his eyes adjusted to the light, he stood in his spot in total shock. Not a single tree was to be seen; instead, he was surrounded by...green, green, and more green. The sickly green sky, a vivid green field, an emerald green tower--- Wait, a tower? He rubbed his eyes. Nope, not a mirage. (Not like he really expected it to be one, since it was too cold to be hallucinating that kind of stuff.) The tower reached into the sky, as if it was trying to grab the sun and bring it down to Earth. The tower had a medieval design to it--it even had a moat and drawbridges!--and appeared to glow under the sun’s beating rays. The boy glanced at his surroundings. There didn’t appear to be anything else of note around, so… Might as well check it out, right?