Dune awoke on solid ground, the river's touch reviving him.
"Finally," he muttered, standing up and shaking off his disorientation.
As he looked up, his eyes widened in disbelief. Above him, the ocean loomed, a sky filled with water and monstrous creatures. "What the hell? This again?" he whispered. "Don't tell me it's gonna come down again..."
Realizing he needed to act fast, he surveyed his surroundings. "So now what?" he mused, steeling himself.
He ventured into the dense forest, each step careful and deliberate. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and the eerie silence was broken only by distant growls and rustling leaves. Shadows danced around him, making the forest seem alive.
As he explored deeper, the forest revealed its horrors: grotesque creatures with glowing eyes and plants that seemed to move on their own. The atmosphere was oppressive, the sense of being watched ever-present.
