Promises

Ryan was terribly tired of walking. If he could, he would choose to hold up in his bed and not move a muscle for at least an entire week. Alas, like most things in life, things were not going his way. Just like the room he was in earlier; this space was equally as massive. He had been walking for hours with nothing to see but the white puffy clouds and the green grass gently swaying in the warm breeze.

Stopping at the base of a small hill, Ryan decided to take a break once he climbed to the top. For some reason, his stamina wasn't nearly as good as it was while he inhabited the meat-puppet. Even though he was certain he was inside an illusion, it would seem that he still grew tired like he would in reality. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he trudged up the slight incline, keeping his eyes on the ridge of the hill.