It was a strange dream.
Jaerim knew that he was dreaming since it was impossible for him to suddenly appear in the middle of a thicket with trees covering the ground with shadows while a white, feathery-like fog floated past through the obstacles. No sounds can be heard, as if all the insects and animals were slumbering, or simply that the only living existence in this place is him. It wasn't a good thing since such a set-up meant he was trapped in a liminal space.
However, it didn't last long. Within the silence, the sounds of footsteps resounded. It sounded heavy, as if a giant had been walking, but at a rather quick pace. The ground rumbled from the unknown mass, making small pebbles shake with force. Jaerim headed toward a tree and hid behind it, hoping that whoever was making those
