You find yourself in a dark forest.

The trees lean in overhead, blotting out the distant sun that might otherwise shine into this area. A thin layer of mist covers the ground, but it gets thicker the farther away you look.

You do not remember how you got here.

You look around, knowing it's hopeless to attempt to get your bearings, but you try anyways. Nearby, there's a chair-- one of those garden chairs that nobody ever actually sits in. You make your way over to it, noticing that there's a cyan-covered laptop sitting on the seat. It blends in perfectly.

You pick up the laptop and settle down in the chair, shifting around to try to get more comfortable.

The laptop is heavy and thick. It's at least ten years old, at this point.

The laptop has no login screen and asks for no password-- it just opens to a website.