[Seasonal Event] I know the world's a broken bone

Sam had taken a detour in his usual walk to go across the fields, wanting to experience everything they had to offer now that he could experience it. Even just a stone in a rough old wall was a miracle now, home to so many new textures and temperatures and tastes (yes, he had licked them). Simply feeling it all was wonderful. He was busy poking a bit of frozen moss when he looked up to see a man sat on a rock nearby, only a few metres away. He was large, not somebody Sam knew...he looked somewhat threatening, with a scowl on his face as he ripped at something with his teeth. Instinctively, Sam shrunk into himself a little, wondering if he could get away. Last time he was in the fields he had met Wessex, and that had not gone well. Deciding to try and slowly step backwards, Sam made it two steps before stumbling on a rock and letting out a sharp cry as he fell backwards; unused to pain the little scratch on his ankle felt like a full amputation. Forgetting that he was trying to be subtle in the face of the feeling he scrunched up his face and grabbed his ankle. Samuel The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out; At one stride comes the dark;