"Ftaires! We haue found ftaires!"

Barley, a dog, scales a flight of stairs weathered and ancient-seeming.

When poking around with Barley, there’s something very surreal about suddenly finding oneself somewhere that is at once not nature but also no longer getting much human traffic. Doing so with Barley taking the lead feels much, much more like I’m being led by a Stalker into The Zone than crossing through such an area would feel if I were by myself.