What is this place?

Dani

Who have you chose
to stand as your martyr?

Draped in the gray, threadbare cloak of some unlucky servant, Dani had made her way into the woods with no true plan besides her immediate escape. She'd figure it all out later, she told herself. For this moment, her focus remained on adding as much distance as possible between herself and the life at her back.

Those were her thoughts, anyways, before she was stricken with a sudden spell of vertigo. At least, that's all she could assume it was. One moment she had been running through the forest, and the next, she was face down on the ground with no recollection of what had occurred in the time lost between the two moments.

Propping herself on her elbows, she dazedly rose to look around. It was still nighttime, and her vision blurred as her skull pounded. Had she fallen and hit her head?

Despite her impaired senses, she knew something was terribly wrong. The dense woodland that had surrounded her seemingly moments prior was now replaced by a jagged wasteland. The moisture in the air had evaporated, the sounds of nocturnal wildlife vanished. When she licked her lips, ash coated her tongue. Fear bubbled within Dani.

"Is anybody there?"

When she was met only with silence, the bubble of fear popped and poured out from her.

"Please help me!"

To prove purposeful
in courses uncharted