The Library of the Dead
The Story of the Unfortunate
The Sun beats down on your face, you are warm, it's pleasant. With your eyes closed you see the bright form outside, the red of your eyelids, you just woke up. Keeping your eyes closed you bask in the warmth that surrounds you, the endless comfort of…. leaves? Yes! Leaves! They form a comforter under you as you reluctantly peak through your lashes.
You sit up, still comfortable, still waking up. You find yourself in a forest, the ground littered with soft foliage on which you slept. Morning sun is pleasant and inviting, as worried and confused as you are, you are calm.
Sudden you realize! You are not alone, there are others around you, familiar faces, confused like yours. Standing up you welcome your friends into the enigmatic world you've just entered.