As Asher slept soundly, a cold gust of wind brushed against his skin, rousing a faint shiver. He shifted slightly, hands reaching to adjust the duvet and pull it tighter around him, yet, midway through the motion, he froze.
In the next breath, he sprang to his feet, his senses flaring as his eyes snapped open.
His surroundings bled into his vision, gradually sharpening. The moon hung high in the sky, casting its silvery glow across the landscape below.
Trees, grass, and endless stretches of greenery extended for kilometres, cloaked in a creeping darkness that blanketed the earth, only barely pierced by the moonlight's pale touch.
A gentle white fog clung to the air, drifting silently between trees and along the ground. It moved with an eerie grace, occasionally stirred and carried by the breath of the night wind.
'Where am I?' Asher wondered, his mind spinning. He had gone to bed at exactly 7 p.m., yet now, he stood here, in an unfamiliar place.
