I'm laying on something, it's solid, it's hard, it's cold, my eyes are open but I can't see anything. I slowly start to stand up and look around, there's nothing but a small beam of light far away from me. I start making my way there. The cold ground hurts my feet, it feels like stone. The closer I get, the warmer the ground gets. It's bright, very bright, it's also warm and comforting, like a warm summer day. I pass through the light and find grass, verdant grass. I look forward and see a beautiful scenery, a blue sky, far away mountains, big plains, lush forests. To my left is a path, a small dirt path that was made by travellers walking over it for probably ages. I follow it. Eventually, it leads me to a forest, there's a sign, I don't understand what is written. I recognize some characters but can't make any sense out of them. I keep walking, the path gets narrower and narrower, like it's being eaten up by the greenery of the environment. I chase that thought out of my mind and keep walking. I finally reach another plain and the road is much more compact. My feet are aching. I've been walking for a while and I can finally traces of more civilization, there seems to be some kind of establishment, a village maybe.