Eventually the light faded, bringing the world back into view. Arc Weld was within a forest, complete with chirping birds and sunlight shining through the trees. These trees were not the mangled carcasses often found in the waste, but were instead healthy and calming. Unlike the room from earlier nothing seemed downright wrong or unreal once one got past the doubt that such a place could exist in the wastes. There were no moving paintings, no unnerving statues, no breakable skys. While the gear that had been missing from before the paintasi room was still missing, any objects picked up in the room remained. This included the Luna statue, still resting peacefully upon Arc’s head.
While the forest looked mostly like a massive expanse of trees in every direction, there was a house slightly to the north and a dirt path heading to both the left and the right. The south, while not appearing particularly welcome or notable, was also an option.
The unicorn was currently alone, but perhaps others would join him in time.