There was a gentle breeze and along with the breeze came a subtle cold. It was around that time just after the end of a heavy rain.
Ark could still hear the calming sounds of the rain bell as water trickled down the roof and onto it, creating a clandestine sound that spread through the environment.
The air was filled with moisture and each breath felt refreshing. Ark was seated, leg-crossed underneath an ancient cabin, staring at the area in front of him.
They were in the midst of a forest, there were tree stumps all around, left over from trees that had been cut down and the axe, the cause of their demise, was embedded in one of the stumps by the left side of the building.
Ark was once again in the white room, a new day and an entirely new scenery. He had slowly come to a realisation over the many times he had been here—
Some of these places… were real, or at least they existed at some point in time.
