A gentle breeze rustled the leaves overhead, and a soft warmth kissed Ryan's face, slowly pulling him from the depths of unconsciousness. He stirred, his eyelids fluttering open, and he sat up on the soft grass, his gaze taking in the breathtaking landscape before him. The field stretched out before him, a vibrant mixture of towering trees and colorful wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze. The air was filled with the cheerful melodies of birdsong and the scurrying sounds of small animals darting through the tall grass.
"Where am I?" he murmured to himself, his voice raspy, his mind still hazy and disoriented. Before he could piece together any explanation, a familiar, comforting tune drifted through the air, a gentle humming that resonated deep within his memory.
