In the middle of a vast meadow, a huge ice mountain was standing proudly. Atop that mountain, Kyle was lying with a peaceful expression. From his even breathing, it was evident he had been resting for a while.
However, if one looked closely, they would notice that the mountain was actually made up of hundreds of frozen insects stacked on top of each other. The alive insects crawling in the grass were attempting to climb, but because of the uneven edges of the mountain, they were failing miserably.
A frustrating cry echoed in the distance, and Kyle lifted his head to look, but it was too far away. That's why he opted to close his eyes again.
In the past two weeks, he has pretty much figured out everything about this place. First, the field was vast and had no boundaries. Second, after every few hours, some new individuals would arrive in this place just like him. And third, the mechanical voice never told anyone what they had to do in this place.