Soft, open fields lie ahead. The wind slowly rushes through the tall grass, seeming to travel endlessly, to the horizons.
Yet, there is a feeling of unrest. As if something was wrong, something... unreal.
Stepping forward shows the cause of this feeling, there is a disturbance. An area of
reality which has been tampered with, altered.
It's like it's not real at all.
Extending your hand, you feel whatever it is pulling at you. You yank your hand back, then pause. Perhaps you are curious as to what it is?
Of course, you can always leave now. Because once you enter, there is no guarantee you will ever be the same again...
... never again...