It never ends

You get up and stretch. Your back is awfully sore from sleeping on such a hard surface. It's pouring rain, but the large tree overhead is blocking most of it from getting on you. It appears that you fell asleep in a city park. The lights of skyscrapers gleam in the night sky like artificial stars.

You're not sure how you got here.

There's a strange energy here, something old and knowing. It's rather unsettling. You'd like to get out of here, but it's raining and you're not dressed for the weather.