At first, all he could see was trees. Trees surrounding him so thickly, like a fence. Like a barrier. Grapevines holding onto him possessively, keeping him in an unescapable trap.
For a second, he panicked. His body tensed up and he clawed onto the vines, the trees. But after a while, he realized that the trees were holding him gently, the grass beneath his feet caressing him soothingly, and there was a melody playing at the back of his memory; warm and bright, like a remnant of a distant blue sky.
The grip, no longer felt constricted, became a protective cocoon instead. Eugene relaxed and sighed into the tree, leaning his cheek against the ragged bark.
And suddenly, flowers sprouted beneath his feet, spreading all over the forest floor. Purple and blue petals danced in the air as his eyes snapped open.
"Your body..." a heavy breath grazed Eugene's ear. "It's responding to my pheromone."
