Though he recalled falling down a hole within the curious tree, where he found himself didn't appear to be underground. The place he landed was the only spot of grass within a sprawling, eroded temple of cracked and faded limestone.
Ruins of an unknown place, though from the sheer scope of it all, finding himself looked down upon by statues that reached to the height of columns, it was undoubtedly once a revered keep.
'This is all under the woods…? No, where's the hole?' He questioned while looking up.
The hole he fell through was nowhere to be seen above, only the ceiling of splintered limestone. There was a single corridor to his right, though he didn't take any steps quite yet.
As he stood there for a moment, hearing the echoes of noises within the ruins that could be attributed to either age or what may be lurking, he questioned if he perhaps was dreaming. A quick pinch to his forearm confirmed that to be false; he was certainly awake.
