The grass in front of his was a vibrant azure, plentiful and tall. The blue blades directly in front of him all curved inwards to one spot, at the center of a circle of grass. The closer the blades were to the center, the stronger they were leaning, as if pulled by a magnetic force. The center itself was a tightly knit trunk of grass. The individual blades had been pulled into one winding mass, with each piece supporting another to create a solid foundation. Zeke's eyes were drawn further upwards, as he realized that it was a type of tree in front of him. It was all made of these interlocked blue fibers, from the roots to the trunk to the branches. Off of the branches were hundreds of pale white wings.

All of the pale white wings sat upon the branches, unmoving. It wasn't clear if they were sleeping or simply leaves without life to them. The hundreds of them made a white canopy to the azure tree. The tree itself seemed to be pulling all the grass around it inwards, trying to add more mass to it's interlocked structure. Zeke shifted his eyes around and saw dozens of trees, exactly like the one he had ended up directly in front of. Each one had its own pale wings growing from it, and its own circlet of grass being pulled inwards. It was a forest of these trees as far as he could see. 

Just as Zeke caught his breath, he saw another creature enter his view. A ginormous man, with thick muscles bulging against his skin. He stood a massive eight feet tall, with a wide face and hair wildly growing out of it- a lushious head of hair as well as a flowing beard beneath it. Some of the hair was bound up in a ponytail, but the rest was free to be blown by the wind. Much the same, his chest was shirtless, and his plentiful hairs there blew as well. He had a loincloth made of tightly wound grass, much the same as the trees that littered Zeke's soroundings. In his right hand he carried an axe, holding it close to the back of the handle like a young child would hold their fathers finger. The axe was appropriately sized for him, which made it inconcievable for any other person to wield.

Grargh Raccka Ninura 

The monstrous man spoke to Zeke, in a calm tone, in words that Zeke could not understand. Zeke slowly rose to his feet, still not even up to the shoulders of the giant in front of him. 

"I'm not sure where I am, but I followed a... butterfly? Leaf? To this place. Does that make any sense, or is it just as crazy as I think I sound"

The man in front of Zeke scatched his beard for a second, before reaching back and touching the blade of his axe with his left hand. Zeke scampered back a little, scared of how this beast could slice him in twain in an instant, but to his suprise the man ran his palm down the blade, exposing his blood to the air. The blood glowed a little, before the man lowered his hand still wet with blood down towards Zeke in a handshake. 

"Yeah, it's nice to meet you. I would like an explantion, are there any people that speak English around here?"

The man stared at Zeke without moving. He gestured to shake his hand.

Reluctantly, Zeke reached out and touched the bloody hand. As he did, the giant tightened his grip. The behemoth hand was crushing Zeke, who started yanking his arm to try to get out of the tight hold. He felt the cold blood inside the now tightened fist seeping into his hand, and when he started to scream in pain Zeke felt the pain let up and a voice sound from the man who had just nearly broken his hand.

"Sorry! I'm really sorry! That was the best way to do it, I promise. I know my own strength, I wouldn't have broken your hand. I'm not a bad guy, I promise. I know that was a bad guy thing to do." The mans voice was suprisingly high pitched. When he let out a grunt before it was gutteral, from the chest. Now that Zeke could understand him, it sounded friendly. Like a prospective adopter would speak to a cat. "My names Ursaberlius Cantonbay of the Mountainbuilt, but you can call me Berl. I don't know how you got here, but welcome. This is the planet Earth! Where are you from?"