A story of choice
The soft rays of the sun awake you. Slowly you sit up. You are in the
middle of a field of purple grass. Straight in front of you there is a
large forest of violet trees. To your left you can only see open
plains for miles around. To your right you can see the first gentle
slopes leading to mountains whose peaks was lost in clouds. When you
turn your head and look behind you, you can see a massive rivier.
Slowly you stand. You can remember your name but nothing else. You
feel a strong urge pulling you towards
