The lush green grass seemingly stretched on for miles in every direction, while dark grey mountains dotted the distant horizon. The brilliant yellow and orange sun slowly sank closer to the mountains, which seemed to stretch out their peaks welcoming the sun into their embrace, while brilliant streaks of pink and purple illuminated the sky and the steadily darkening clouds. The strength of the wind was steadily increasing, like millions of unseen hands rushing across the landscape seeking anything in their path that could be beaten or battered. Alone in the midst of the fields of green, under a sky growing ever more tumultuous, sits a lone cabin, creaking and moaning against the pressures of the wind. A steady stream of smoke billows up from the old stone chimney, and is strewn across the sky as the wind carries it away, leaving just the unforgettable smell of burning wood. The lights shine out from the tiny glass windows, serving as a beacon in the ever-darkening night.