I'm sure there are houses around here, somewhere near the trees, but I've never been here before... or have I? Coffee might help, or a proper night of sleep

in my actual bed without the repeated nightmares, but right now I might as well wish for a new car and a banquet.

There have to be people in those houses, these vegetables didn't plant themselves, did they? That's where I'll head, though it seems churlish to stroll through their field, better to reach the end of the path and then take a left and double back to their door.

Those trees seem to be coming closer at a snail's pace, whilst the farmhouse falls behind me with troubling quickness. Just a trick of the landscape.

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Hmmmm, there's something in the grass, there on the left.

Investigate