Oliver's eyes fluttered open, his thoughts racing as he attempted to grasp his surroundings. He shook his head gently, hoping to dispel the dizziness that had settled in. As he looked upward, his gaze met the wooden walls that enclosed him, he seemed to be trapped in what seemed to be some kind of wooden dungeon, dimly lit by green runs they were imbedded in the wooden walls. He couldn't help but utter words of confusion, "Where am I?"
An attempt to move his limbs revealed that he was bound by the unforgiving grip of roots, securely tethered to a larger, central root. The verdant restraints emphasized his predicament, leaving him with a gnawing sense of entrapment.