Frontier In The Grass

You wanted real wilderness lore beyond the bedroom floor? Say no more. I slipped under the patio screen door and dropped straight into the towering garden lawn. Real jungle terrain. Grass blades rose overhead like emerald pillars. I pushed forward, using my silver arm to part the dense stalks, until my boots hit a cracked grey stepping stone half-buried in green moss. Deep spiral ridges worn right into the rock. Ancient realm discovered. I jammed a fallen twig into the dirt beside it to claim the outpost and drew my katana. Sector charted. Next chapter begins.