John was walking towards the factory. It wasn't the most inspiring job, but he was happy to play his part in keeping Panem a vibrant country.
A dizzy spell hit him, and as he stopped and held his head he found himself engulfed in ... something.
It was like a sphere of flames, but instead of flames, there were glimpses into a different reality. A wilderness, far different from the dull grey concrete that surrounded him.
With a huff, the wilderness swept upwards, and the real world vanished.
Slowly John reached forward, expecting to find a cold invisible wall, or to trip over a hidden kerb. But it didn't happen.
His fingers found long branches, and soft leaves, and grass tickled his legs, the dew refreshing and waking them.
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