There was nothing around him, yet at the same time there was everything.
The gooey, decaying concepts of a dense forest was all around. Everything was made up of the dark, all consuming void and the blinding white that was deviding it. Making it possible to say what's what.
The only thing witchout any shred of white was the abyss that was the Sky.
The black, that made it whole was terryfing. The Sky did not have stars, the moon or the sun. Not a single planet, or a life. It was just black. As if a black out took the whole universe.
Between the trees there was a young man, around 16 years old. He was tall and mascular, clad in clothes made of black substance and white contours. It was just a simple lether armour, that clung to his body like a second skin. His skin was pure white, hair blacker than the dead husk of the Sky that was watching his every move.
He was asleep just a second ago and he was like this for a few days now.
Unfortunetly he woke up.
His abyss like eyes widend in fear as he smelled the putrid stench of death. With a grunt he pushed himself up, straight onto his legs and started to run.
He wanted to puke his guts out with every sharp intake of breath. He hated this place and especially the stench it had. Everything here smelled simply of death, misery and decay.
The trees he rushed by exuded a smell of smoke, akin to that of a forest fire. Bushes of rotten baries. The muddy ground he ran on smelled of sulfur, while the air was full of nothing but toxic fumes.
Most importantly the stench of a rotting corpse was getting stronger with every second and better yet it was comming from every direction.
He was suraunded and they where closing in. He heared growling that was comming closer to him. He wanted to scream, just to let some of his emotions out but he couldn't.
The Sky judged him unworthy of having a right to speak.
Thankfully his Grandpas failsafe activated and put him back to sleep with a painful jolt.
His eyes shut imidietly, he fell as if he was shoot dead.
His limp body hit the ground with a thud yet nothing clinged to him or his clothes.
After a second a singular wolf rushed in. It was pure white, except for it's eyes and the inside of it's mouth.
It opend it's maw and bitten down on the young mans fluffy hair, even though it blended perfectly with the ground.
It tugged him by it, making him face more to the left, pointing his feet to the right.
Now when he wakes up and sprints away he will go the correct way.