It's a pity that you don't exist

      Another nightmare. Once again, Ernie wanders through the endless forest, completely filled with gray trees, in an attempt to find an end to this sticky greyness. The sky was covered with dark thunderclouds, occasionally shooting lightning, the thunder from which echoed around. Every clap of thunder made the guy involuntarily flinch in surprise. His legs were starting to give way from the long, exhausting walk. It became more and more difficult to walk, and at some point the guy collapsed at the roots of a nearby tree, unable to continue on his way. However, this respite did not last long.

The rain began.

      By force, Ernie was able to get to his feet, looking around for a possible shelter. Fortunately, there was a small depression in the tree near which he was lying. It looked too small, but after successfully reaching the shelter on shaky legs, he was able to fully fit into it in a sitting position. There was quite enough space, despite his tall stature.       The rain did not even think to end. In a matter of minutes, the hard ground was soaked and turned into mud. I wanted to sleep. The body desperately wanted to replenish its strength and rest, but the frequent thunder did not allow sleep for a long time. However, fatigue still prevailed. Already half asleep, he noticed an approaching human figure in a long dark cloak, whose face was covered by a hood...