Lost isn't what you would call it.

No, you fear you have stepped into a new dimension entirely. Sparkling gems float past your head, twinkling in the sparse streams of moonlight that poke through the magenta-leaved trees overhead. Windchimes crafted of incredible stones sing their gentle melody as a handful of pale blue orbs dance through them. Weaving past branches and around your head, below your belly, and between your feet before darting down the path ahead.

The lights guide you through a shallow lake, the cool water lapping at your heels as you step through until you find a soft, leaf-packed shore. It's an unfamiliar terrain, with its deep blue hues and towering trees, foliage so thick it seems to swallow you up.

An unusually tall wolf steps out from the thicket, his piebald coat shimmering in the moonlight. He's quiet, looking you up and down without a word.

Your fur bristles, paws digging to a sudden halt. "Who are you?"

"Floyd," he chirps, with a wag of his tail, "I reckon you're lost?"

It's more of an observation than a question, but you're far too exhausted to question him any further than you already have. Head hanging low as you ask, "Where am I?"

"You're at the Hard Deck," he turns, nodding toward a worn path that you hadn't noticed until now. "Come on, let me show you around. We'll find a scout to take you home at sunrise."