林峰晃了晃脑袋， пытаясь clear the confusion in his mind, but the images of the ghostly pursuit were still vivid. "Maybe I'm just dreaming," he muttered, though he had no recollection of falling asleep.

The surroundings were a desolate landscape, with jagged rocks and sparse vegetation. The sky was a twilight hue, as if the day was coming to an end. It was a typical scene in a fantasy world, but it was still unsettling to be in an unfamiliar place with no memory of how he got there.

He decided to explore the area a bit to get a better sense of his surroundings. As he walked, he noticed a faint shimmer in the distance. Curious, he made his way toward it, only to find a small village nestled between two hills.

The village was made up of wooden houses, with smoke rising from the chimneys. The people were dressed in traditional attire, and their faces showed a mix of curiosity and fear as they watched him approach.

"Hello,"林峰 greeted them, though he didn't know if they would understand him.