Pitch Black

Immediately, the carpet starts to move. You catch your balance and watch as a gray mist rolls over the rooftop and eventually obscures the entire building. You swear you see what look like a hundred pairs of red points of light on the rooftop just before the building disappears from sight.
After a moment, the carpet slows to a stop and the darkness parts in front of you to reveal a slowly rising sun. You are in a meadow next to an enormous oak tree. There is nothing else to see but the horizon.