The man behind the tree.

theres a room in between. thats what you heard while walking through the dark world. you looked around, just to find out that it wasnt a sound but a feeling that theres a 'room' in between the other rooms. for whatever reason you tried to search for it. repeatedly walking back and forth within an area, until with a blink of your eyes you find yourself in a complete different area. everything is dark and black. but the purple path of grass that leads forward to a single tree wity red blocky leafs surrounded by a chunk of the same purple grass.