Sacha couldn't shake the feeling that he was dreaming. Otherwise, how could he believe his eyes? The creature with the yellow eyes who stepped out of the shadows was like nothing he had seen before. It looked neither like a human or a tree, but something in between. With his so far narrow view of the world, he couldn't even think up a word to describe this thing. As it came nearer and laid a hand on his shoulder, Sacha shimmied away from the touch, once again repeating his question. "Who are you? What....are you...?" His voice wavered, knowing that was the far better question. Still, the desire to rest as asked pulled on him and only his stubborn nature kept him from obeying. This couldn't be heaven and this couldn't be earth. He had to...remain alert. He had to because only hell remained.