Ice crunched under his boot, the faint hum of a power stations in the distance were feeble against the early morning chirping. The man took in a breath and exhaled sharply. The woodland coiled around him and in the snow he saw footprints, which were extremely large, that he recognized as his own.

After a few minutes walking, the man stumbled out into the open and his face twisted into a mask of curiosity and wonder. Ahead of the man, was a thin, string like object that was just hovering few feet and stretched up as far as the eye could see

The man walked over to the rope and poked it with his fingers, confused and curious. Nothing happened. The man pushed at the string again in a cat like manner.