So that means...
...
There's a rather high probability this isn't Hell...
But then...
That begs the question...
Where am I?
Is it someplace I've never been before?
...
Or have I been here?
Confused, I turn to the tree as if the tree could answer me...
Before I could so much as utter a word, the tree vanished into thin air...
Huh...
It's gone...