Mysteria of the World: The forest of Death

Probably everyone has experienced this state after sleep. The moment when your mind has not yet emerged from the embrace of Morpheus, but is already approaching the surface to take a breath of air.
The moment when you instinctively ask yourself: "Who am I?", "Where am I?" to fully return to the world of reality.
But this time it wasn't a moment. You are standing in the middle of a phantasmagoric landscape and asking the same questions. But you don't have the answer to them in your head.
Endlessly watching eyes overhead. Strange people beckoning you to them. Which of them should you trust?
Try to get out of the tangle of secrets and return home.