The Crown
I am currently standing in the middle of a cold forest. This forest is cold and dark, void of warmth and greenery. The trees are gigantic and are towering over me as if trying to engulf my whole existence. The trees are grayish and naked. There is no leaf in the brunches.
A cold chill runs down my spine and my instincts flare red. The forest is dangerous. Even the dark forest at the border isn't as horrifying as this one. I wonder what kind of hell I am in.
"Mr. Collins, here is your assigned flower." A deep voice jolts me awake from my internal monologue, "And here is the map that you will need."
I cringe and turn toward the direction from where the voice is coming. I spot a hooded man offering me a scroll and a tub, filled with dark soil and a small plant. There is an unbloomed flower dangling from the tree. I take the stuff from his hand and before I can thank him he vanishes into the thin air.
