The liquid mirror began to tug at him slowly. It was as he was sinking into the surface of the mirror, and Grey couldn't even comprehend where he was going. The only thing that he cared about was escaping, but it was pointless. Eventually, his eyes slipped shut as he fell in all the way. He opened them quickly as he came into impact with something hard that knocked the wind out of him. "Ugh!" He grunted, then tried to regain his breath.

When his eyes flickered open, he caught the scent of cinnamon bark. Instinctively, he brushed a hand through light brown hair and combed a few bits of dirt from his slightly spiky strands. Panicked eyes scanned his surroundings, searching for a mirror, a door, something that he could use to return. But there was nothing like that in sight. He did see the ground was a sunny orange-brown color, and the sky was bright hues. There were several moons out. Grey bit his lip almost to the point where it bled, but not quite. "Maybe... I'm the one that died..." He murmured to himself as he brushed the dust off of his pajama pants and matching shirt. He had tried to find comfort in snugly clothes... 

The trees looked like they were almost hairy in the abundance of leaves they had. None of the ones around him looked to have flowers or fruit, but did have leaves that had reddish or pink tints which Grey found unusual. "Okay... now I'm a little scared..." He muttered before placing a hand on the trunk of a nearby tree. He appeared to be in some sort of forest, even though there was a curvy road that lead to who-knows-where. 

The trees swirled into spirals as they grew upwards, and he wondered if he could play in the botany like playground equipment, though that was highly unlikely. When he reached out to touch a leaf, it crinkled in his hand like a plastic sandwich wrap and he plucked it off the tree. Like a detective, the teen lifted it to his nose. It didn't smell like cinnamon, but like chlorophyll. Out of pure childish curiosity, Grey shrugged and bit into it. He made a face and spat it out soon afterwards. It tasted like sardines. He had read many trees had fish alleles in them, but never really thought much of it until now. 

"Drayden!" He called, wondering how he should find his twin. But before he got a proper response, Grey heard a voice call out. His eyes widened hopefully. That was either another person, or his subconscious was speaking to him. 

"No, nobody's here." He piped rather smugly, hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. "Who are you, not-a-tree?" He said in a lower, gruff voice, deciding to mess with whoever spoke out. It wasn't as if he was afraid. Besides, it could be Drayden.