Only the scent of the forest is strangely vivid. You can't quite remember where your feet are headed, or how long you've been here. Relying only on the moonlight filtering through the gaps in the trees, you simply walk barefoot.

Suddenly, something flickers at the edge of your vision.

A small light. A faint, orange glow. As you draw closer, you see it is an old stone lantern. The light looks strangely at home against the mossy stone surface.

Beyond it lies an uneven path of stepping stones. It isn't a manicured trail, but rather a path that looks as though it were packed down by someone out of necessity.

Stopping in your tracks, you stare ahead for a moment. Why? Even though you should be seeing this for the first time, something deep in your chest aches.

You feel as though you have experienced this sensation before.