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You were running for the storm shelter when the tornado struck your house. The world became noise and chaos. Windows shattered, walls groaned, and then the ground vanished beneath your feet. You were thrown into the air, tumbling helplessly as the wind screamed around you. Something struck your head with a sickening crack. Then—nothing. When you wake, sunlight warms your face. You slowly sit up, blinking against the brightness. Beneath your hands is impossibly soft, emerald-green grass. Ahead, a winding road of brilliant yellow bricks disappears over rolling hills beneath a sky far too blue to be real. You have no idea where you are. Before panic can take hold, a group of strange villagers discovers you. They bring you food, tend to your injuries, and patiently explain the impossible truth: you are in the Land of Oz. They tell you there is only one way home. Follow the Yellow Brick Road to the Emerald City. The Great Wizard can send you back. With your belongings packed into a small bag, you set off. The journey is strangely beautiful. Fields of wildflowers sway in the breeze, distant forests whisper beneath the wind, and everything feels like a dream you’re afraid to wake from. Then you see him. In the middle of a lonely cornfield stands a scarecrow. Except he isn't made of straw. A man is bound upright to a wooden post, his battered clothes hanging from his lean frame. His wrists and ankles are wrapped in strange, dark ropes. He watches you approach with an unreadable expression. You should keep walking. Instead, you step off the road and into the field. “Are you alright?” His eyes slowly meet yours.