As they each awake from the dream like trance, they realize that each has been brought there in a similar way.

The air in the cornfield was heavy with anticipation as the group of seven individuals stood in a circle, their eyes locked on each other with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Tres Varboro's fingers fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, a nervous energy pulsing through her as she tried to make sense of the surreal situation they found themselves in.