You take some time to wonder about the pictures. Deep down, you realise that even in another world, you would still be yourself; you would find new problems to haunt yourself with, even in paradise. In the end the fantasy is aesthetic - a perverse wish that slaying monsters was your only problem.

But still...

You sit on the beach, as the waves break gently against some nearby rocks. the sun has crept low on the horizon, and in the final light of the day, everything is calm. It is warm, and a light rain falls.

To your right is a tall wooden building, standing on stilts. A single lit window glows bright on its face. the air grows a little colder, but you don't mind, because someone is waiting for you within the house, and they are cooking a warm meal. You make a decision: