We landed in freshly fallen snow, our knees hitting the white covered ground and turning a bright pink.

Where were we?

Ahead, dark buildings rose up from the ground one by one along the neat tree lined street. Carriages pulled by horses rumbled past, the clip clop of hooves chipping on the uneven cobblestones.

Above us, a shining bright tower glowed with a bright yellow light.

The clock at its tip hit 12 and it rang, slowly at first, and then faster as the it reached the number of the hour, the sound of its bells echoing in the night before fading away into nothingness.