Cast upon a forsaken land for the price of their own greed, a group of men and woman fall towards the harsh brown earth below them at a fast, fatal pace. Their minds slip in and out of consciousness with an idle flutter of their clothes, now clean and soon to ruin, as the land's gravity does it's own job. And the dark treeline is sparse with many gaps to see the yellowing grass beneath, and as they fall their fingers freeze to the bone as the wind tries its damnedest to strip them of flesh and there is nothing that will stop them. Some might try to cry out, or some might try to wake up, feeling the sinking feeling in their stomach and associating it with a bad dream that they could leave at any point.
Blue sky, then darkness.
A glimpse of dark green conifers and a scattering of rocks, then darkness.
So close to the ground that the trees look like they're closing in on you, then darkness.
Red cloth, then darkness.
The odd, falling feeling that they were experiencing before is gone, they are lying in a heap on top of each other like a funeral pyre - is this what it feels like to be dead? They can each barely see each other, and barely move, only stare with half-open lids for one minute, perhaps two, that stretch on for eternity. A crackling campfire and white fur. Then darkness.
When the people do wake up, they'd find themselves lying on top of each other - a highly uncomfortable and embarrassing situation on it's own, only heightened by the fact they all look a mess, like a great bellowing wind has thrown their hair into all sorts of weird positions. The campfire has crackled down to mere embers, soft and warm and inviting. Someone was poking the fire, and she must've been the one with white fur. Or hair.
A small, healthy-looking girl with very pale blonde hair is sitting down with a thin stick and poking the fire, trying to coax it back to life. Despite looking well-fed she's got thin lips and a worried expression on her face. A thick, red scarf covers up one arm, wrapped around it like a massive sleeve. The very moment she realised you were awake she smiled kindly at you - she didn't look any older than thirteen, perhaps younger. There was a indescribable strangeness about her, something a bit...off about her. But despite this she's clearly very, very sleepy and kept up all night just to look after you. She doesn't say anything. She waits for you to speak first.