The transition wasn't sudden.
Nothing in this world seemed to be.
The land slowly changed.
Grass became uneven.
Soil darker.
Air slightly cooler.
And then—
Trees appeared.
Not in clusters.
But like a boundary line.
As if the world had been divided.
Andres stopped walking.
His body reacted before his mind fully processed it.
A subtle tightening in his chest.
A feeling he couldn't immediately name.
Danger.
Not obvious.
Not loud.
Just present.
"…This feels wrong."
He muttered.
He stepped closer.
Slowly.
Carefully.
The forest edge was dense.
Too dense.
The trees blocked light in unnatural ways, creating shadows that didn't quite match the angle of the suns.
"…I should turn back."
He said it clearly this time.
But he didn't move.
Because another feeling was stronger.
Hunger.
Fatigue.
And something worse—
Curiosity.
He looked at the forest again.
Then at his empty surroundings behind him.
"…If I go back…"
He whispered.
"…there's nothing."
That was the truth he didn't want to accept.
So he made the only decision left.
He stepped forward.
Into the forest.
And the world behind him disappeared.