Intrigued, you pry open the rusty mailbox with great difficulty. Out comes a small letter, folded hastily in half. It reads, in rushed handwriting,
Welcome to Arboria!
To learn more about the world you're in, click here.
We hope you enjoy your stay.
The letter ends as abruptly as it begins. You silently fold it back and return it to the mailbox, which squeals in pain as you close it.
To the west is an old house with a boarded-up door.
To the east is a vast field clothed in the verduous, lush grass. The sun is in your eyes, but if you squint, you think can see some trees in the distance.