York will take you to a forest where the trees have shed all of their beautiful autumn leaves. There is nothing left but long tree barks that stretch high up into the grey-colored sky. At the top of the trees, there are prey hunting birds watching your every move. Along with the constant body shivers, the condensation that blows on your every breath is a clear indicator that it’s winter. There is no help in sight. You need to find your way home but you have to trust your instincts to guide you out of this situation.
Key: F# Minor