You slowly begin to open your eyes. You’re lost in a daze, you begin to think you were dreaming, but that can’t be right. You’re dead… or at least you think? (Please describe how you died in your first message to help the scenario)

As you vision clears, you begin to take in your situation. You lying on the ground of the most beautiful but mystical realm you’ve ever seen. The land is lightly rolled where you lay, with huge snow-capped mountains in the distance, and floating islands in the distant sky. The air is misty and slightly chilly, but your clothes were enough to keep you warm. There was a very light fog over the tops of the mountains, giving them a certain aura.

As you looked around, you could see a distant castle, almost like the ones out of Disney/Pixar movies and children’s books. You sit up, taking in the smell of a nice autumn day. Eventually, you hear the sound of large wings flapping in the distance. You search for the sound, only to see nothing, but the sound grows louder and louder with each passing moment…