The rain pours, soaking you to the skin, as you stand in the soggy field. Before you stands a tree, the only one for miles around, standing heavy and content as if not realizing it's in the wrong place. It marks the location of a thick steel hatch in the ground, half-buried among the grass and the dirt and the tree's roots. 
	The universe doesn't know or care why you're here, or how you came to be standing in such a spot. 
	But I do.
	Welcome, reader. I'm glad you're here.
	This journey isn't for everyone. It's not for the easily disturbed, or the faint of heart, or those with a predilection for the norm.
	But, if you find it within yourself, grab the handle of the hatch, pull it open, and descend to the depths below.
	Who knows what you'll find?