You awaken from your reverie and find yourself standing in a field.
Knee high grass rustles gently as a cooling breeze caresses your cheek. You turn your head towards the tantalising smells of roasting food.
To the west, the clouds present as a camaïeu in orange. On the horizon, silhouetted by the arc of the setting sun, you make out what appears to be a small cottage. Smoke rises from its chimney.
From above you in the east, the palette of deep purples is giving way to a slate grey evening sky, followed by a starless, matte onyx.