Another world

The world around me appeared instantly, as if torn from a dream. Instead of emptiness, there was thick, damp greenery. The air was heavy, saturated with rotting leaves, blooming orchids, and something magical that tingled the skin.

This is the forest of Sylvanor. The enormous trees fade into eternal twilight, the sunlight turning into ghostly emerald patches. The silence is broken by the distant song of birds and the rustling of leaves, like a whisper.

You stand in a clearing covered in soft moss. Your clothes look out of place here, like a soot stain on a blank canvas.

What are you doing?