I wake up instantly blinded. Heat surges through my skin and shoots in my head. Sweat is beading along my face, and I see glistening lights surrounding me. As my vision comes into focus, I now know for sure that this isn’t my bedroom. But where else could I be? I struggle to stand, and stumble over to a wall to the left of me. I dig my fingertips into what feels like damp foliage, and my vision focuses completely. To my left and to my right, there are solid hedges with vines, almost as intricate as lace on a dress. However, ahead of me there is something tangled in the lush ivy, something that I see as words. I wipe the moisture off of my forehead, and hike over to the words. Up close, I realize it’s a worn wooden sign, with some ominous words
