At Very Happy Farms, about a hundred Climbers were basking under the warm sun while a gentle breeze ruffled their clothes. The weather was the very definition of serenity, but these people showed the polar opposite.
Most of their faces showed incomprehension, disappointment, regret, fright, and overall a level of gloominess that would have shocked even an Emo teenager.
They had disheveled appearances. This included traces of dried-up disgusting bodily fluids, various small injuries, and some were completely bloodied. They could be heard softly discussing:
"What even happened in there? Even now, it feels…." This Climber felt his vocabulary lacking to describe it.
"Surreal? Like a dream? No, it was a nightmare." An ashen-faced lady commented.
"The way he looked at me…." One was shaking while sitting in a fetal position.
