My eyes open to a sky of black. I’m laying down on a field of grass. I move my arms, and feel the blades bend under my weight. I sit up. Ahead of me mountains stretch to the sky. As I look around, tall, jagged, sharp tendrils of rock erect around me. I stand up, and the rocks begin to form closer to me. I hastily run forward, and then stop. More rocks grow up from the grass. The more I walk, the more the rocks climb over me and around me. The floor under me starts to crack apart. White light emits from within. I start to run, and faster and faster. The tendrils swarm me, eventually blocking my path. I smack into one, and fall into another. The crack widens below me, and I fall through.