What? What happened? Where... where am I? What kind of place is it? How did I get here? - sounded in Dave's head.

He began to look around: the medium was surrounded by fog, but through it one could see many small buildings, not more than three stories high, bare trees without leaves, and behind - a wooden bridge across a deep abyss, the other side of which was hidden by fog. Dave was standing in front of the entrance to a small town whose name was written on a sign next to it - Silent Gorge. And it fully justifies its name: there is not a soul around, absolute...