Black. That's all they could see right now. God, why did they think going up to the mountain was a good idea? They were just going up there for fun, now look what happened. They fell and now they probably had a concussion. Looks like that saying they always said was true: curiosity killed the cat. Luckily, they weren't dead. At least, hopefully they weren't. Soon, they started to open their eyes, some cloudy vision starting to return. They blinked a few times to get at least a bit of a clearer view. Once they did, they saw light. Light shining from the casm of the mountain. They sat up, rubbing the back of their head, then stopping, wincing at the slight pain. At least it wasn't anything too bad..
They looked down, a bed of golden yellow flowers was underneath them. That must've broken their fall. How lucky. "Wh-Where am I..?" they thought, looking around. There was only this flower bed and a small path leading to who knows where. It was quiet. Only distant sounds from birds up above were heard. Though, at the same time, there was this lingering feeling that they weren't exactly alone. Like there was this cold feeling next to them and all around them. They decided not to think anything of it and they stood up, dusted off the back of their shorts and their striped shirt, and started to walk down the path, not knowing that the cold feeling they experienced before, was following them.