That night, many people see two shiny meteors fall into the vast landscape.

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  A morning star rises as gentle sunlight brightens the vast landscape. In a huge forest, the sun shines on a young boy who lies there, appearing to be six years old. As the gentle sun shines on his eyes, he frowns and opens them.

  "Agh...! Why does my body hurt so much...?" a childish voice sounds.

  As he sits up, an intense pain surges through his nerves, radiating throughout his body. He raises his head and looks up at the ray of sunlight.

  The ray of sunlight illuminates him. His face is adorable, framed by messy black hair, and he wears clothes and pants that are too big for him.

  "Where is here...?" His big eyes fill with confusion as he speaks.

  "Agh...! My head..." A sudden pain strikes his head, making him rub his temple instinctively.

  "Falkmar? Oh yeah... that's my name... and Jonas... who's that deity again...?" Every memory before he finds himself in this strange place shatters like glass in Falkmar's mind.

  "Wait! Where is Jonas!" Falkmar suddenly shouts as he realizes Jonas isn't beside him.

  "And where the hell is this place!" As Falkmar speaks, he quickly glances around the environment.

  Using his pure eyes to survey the forest, he feels a surge of confusion and curiosity. He sees many things that don't exist on Earth in this forest.

  This forest is filled with weird black trees. The trees are black, long, and straight, reaching at least five stories high, their deep verdant leaves spreading on top like umbrellas. These trees grow densely, their leaves covering the sky.

  Flowers blanket the ground, obscuring the soil. The fragrance of flowers wafts into Falkmar's nose, bringing him a sense of mental comfort. Some flowers look beautiful and lush, while others appear ugly and withered.

  "What a strange place... do such flowers and trees exist on Earth?" Falkmar strokes his chin, looking at the leaves as if pondering something.

  Suddenly, a scene flashes in Falkmar's mind. It is the moment everything shatters when he steps on the flowery path. After that, he falls, his cursing and Void's laughter being the last scene he remembers.

  "Ahh, that little brat, it sent me here," Falkmar mutters, his voice tinged with anger.

  The laughter of Void lingers in Falkmar's mind. He suddenly slams a fist onto the flowers, his fist passing through them and hitting the ground.

  After that, he rises but feels a strong itch and pain in his fist from slamming it onto the ground. When he stares at his hand, he finds it red and swollen.

  "Poisonous?" This word immediately pops into Falkmar's mind.

  With that, a wave of fear floods his thoughts. Now, he doesn't dare to touch those flowers.

  The big pants and shoes protect his feet well enough that he doesn't need to worry about the flowers touching him. Falkmar starts to walk in a direction, hoping to find a way out of this forest.

  "Hello? Is anybody there?" Falkmar shouts while walking.

  Nobody responds. This forest envelops him in eternal silence, yet many dim lights shine through, making the view incredible.

  His shout travels through the air, reaching far away. The longer he walks, the more he feels a growing hunger and thirst.

  "Oh shit, am I going to die here today...? No... I don't want to die! I have many things I haven't finished yet!" Falkmar thinks unwillingly.

  "And where the hell is Jonas?" he adds in his mind.

  Falkmar's body, mind, and memory undergo a slight change because of the white space reversing time. His body becomes that of a six-year-old child, while his mind retains a hint of maturity. As for his memory, it blurs after he arrives in this world.

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  Right now, Falkmar sees many trees but no exit. He doesn't feel too disappointed and keeps walking in one direction as if an exit might appear.

  But the longer he walks, the more desperate he becomes. An hour passes, and the forest grows hot due to his clothes and pants, intensifying his hunger and thirst.

  From the start, Falkmar doesn't see any creatures in this forest, but the flowers grow bigger and taller. The flowers now reach the height of his waist.

  "Am I going deeper...?" Falkmar glances around the towering flowers, his tone worried.

  The height of the dense flowers feels like a deep ocean that threatens to suffocate him. His hunger and thirst sap his energy, but the height of the flowers ignites a flicker of energy within him.

  Suddenly, invisible things brush against his cheeks as he weaves between the trees. It feels thin like silk. When he reaches out from his long sleeve and grabs the invisible things, he discovers it is spider silk.

  "Spider?!" Falkmar shouts in fear.

  Spiders are the scariest creatures in his mind. After realizing it is spider silk, his heart races wildly, and he can't help but imagine spiders crawling on his legs and back.

  This sensation compels him to change direction, but perhaps because of the persistence of a six-year-old's mind, he continues moving forward.

  Soon, however, he regrets it. The flowers grow even taller, and he encounters more spider silk, intensifying the dread building inside his mind.

  He feels something behind him as he pushes on, a distinct presence that he is sure isn't just in his head because he hears a noise coming from behind him.

  Falkmar hesitates. In front of him, the flowers are so high that they nearly reach his neck. Behind him, something horrible lurks.

  "Mama..." Falkmar whispers helplessly, fighting back tears.

  The forest is warm, but his mind feels ice-cold. As he prepares to turn back, the atmosphere shifts, becoming heavy and tense.

  He slowly turns his head, his heart racing as every fiber of his being screams at him to flee. He knows his instinct is right, if it's something big, his only chance is to run into the flowers.

  Falkmar's head turns agonizingly slow as if an unseen force is trying to stop him. When he finally manages to look back, the sight before him is filled with nothing but flowers covering the ground and the towering trees.

  But there's something peculiar. The ground beside him is awash in radiant rays of sunlight, while the area in front of him remains dark as if obscured by something.

  "Is there something up there?" Falkmar whispers, his voice trembling.

  As he gazes up, he sees the source of his deepest fear, a giant black spider. It has ten legs and six eyes, two large sky-blue circles on its black back resembling monstrous eyes staring intently at him. This spider stands about two stories high.

  At that moment, Falkmar is completely stunned, his eyes wide with terror. He remains frozen in place until the shock gives way to overwhelming fear. His heart races, and he falls to the ground.

  The giant spider starts to move down the tree, its gait slow and deliberate. When it approaches him, Falkmar is so terrified that he nearly loses control of himself.

  The spider's six eyes fixate on him, but Falkmar mirrors its gaze, entranced by the sheer size and presence of the creature. Its massive fangs and sharp legs loom threateningly.

  "Shit..." Falkmar mutters under his breath, panic consuming any semblance of courage he has left.

  His mind races with thoughts, desperately trying to find a way to escape, but every option feels impossible. Under the unwavering gaze of the spider, he senses his fate is grim. He exhales a sigh of resignation.

  "If you dare then eat me! You little brute!" Falkmar suddenly stands, raising a hand to point defiantly at the spider.

  To his astonishment, the giant spider doesn't attack. Instead, its eyes fill with confusion as it tilts its head slightly, seemingly puzzled by the little child standing up to it. The spider even reaches out one of its legs and scratches its head, almost like it's trying to comprehend Falkmar's challenge.

  Falkmar blinks in surprise. The spider's anthropomorphic behavior prompts a question that slips from his lips without thought.

  "C-can you talk...?" he stutters, half-expecting a response.

  The spider pauses, attempting to understand his words. Then, with a swift motion, it swings one of its legs toward the flowers, slicing through them as if they were nothing. The flowers fall to the ground, leaving patches of exposed soil.

  Seeing the spider write in the dirt with its leg, Falkmar squints in an effort to decipher what it's trying to communicate. However, the symbols it creates seem like nothing he recognizes, the words appearing foreign and impossible to translate.

  Falkmar takes a hesitant step back, fear mingling with curiosity. The giant spider's intentions seem uncertain, and he wonders if this creature might be more than just a mindless predator.

  "What are you trying to say?" Falkmar asks, his heart rate starting to slow slightly as the immediate panic recedes, replaced by a lingering sense of caution.

  The spider ceases its writing and tilts its head again, observing him closely with its many eyes. It seems to be assessing Falkmar, perhaps weighing whether he is a threat or something else entirely. The tension hangs in the air, a fragile balance of fear and curiosity.

  Finally, the spider taps the ground with its leg, creating an outline that resembles a crude map of the forest. It seems to indicate directions—perhaps showing him the way out or warning him about dangers lurking nearby.

  Falkmar's eyes widen with realization. This creature, in all its terrifying majesty, might be trying to help him.

  "Wait... are you trying to save me?" Falkmar's voice quivers, a blend of disbelief and trepidation.

  To his surprise, the spider nods its head, dramatically cranking its huge form. A tangle of mixed feelings swirls within him—the fear of the unknown battling against the possible aid of this strange creature.

  As the sun continues to rise and the light filters through the leaves above, Falkmar wonders if he might not be alone in this daunting forest after all.