Through fields of green velvet, I saw a lone figure come over a hill. In its hand it held something resembling a stick. I strained my eyes, to try and zone in, but the figure seemed to get further away. I decided to let out a roar, maybe it would hear my voice. But to no avail. My energy seemed wasted, and I was no closer to quenching my burning pains of curiosity.
It was walking towards me, but was also getting further away. How was this possible I thought to myself. I decided I would walk towards this figure, but once again we got no closer. I stopped to think a while as to what was happening, how is...