"Ah." Isaac was lying on top of rock debris. His back was bent in a way that seemed rather uncomfortable. He had to admit that it indeed was.
He could see the hole where he dropped from. There was a difference of ten meters between him and the hole. When he extended his hand, trying to gauge the distance, he realized how far it really was.
Isaac sat up, with his hand rubbing the painful back. He glanced behind him and saw the pile of rocks that didn't make his landing soft.
He grimaced and slowly stood up.
"Where am I?" Isaac thought aloud. Once, he had stood up. He noticed that he didn't fall into some random location. There seemed to be a reason for the room he was in.
The grayish and rocky walls were filled with scribbles and words. The background of the drawing was filled with extravagant castles and gardens. There were also drawings of kids playing with an item resembling a ball.
