Rudy Silver Richards was walking through a forest. He stopped. Something was wrong. He couldn't hear the animals anymore. He walked slowly, cautiously. He got to an enourmous opening. Something was wrong. There was nothing there. Nothing. No movement at all, no wind through the grass, no insects, no animals, nothing. Vines were growing upwards. Cautiously, he started ripping at the vines. Stone was underneath them. Part of a letter? He started ripping them some more. D-, he continued, ripping, D-O-M-. He pushed his whole arms between the vines and the stone, ripping, until finally, the entire word was clear.
DOMAINIA