[The Dreamlands]

The cart door opens seemingly of its own accord, giving Isaac a good view of the drifting sand settling upon everything, building up into little windswept dunes. They aren't in the forest anymore, rather they're passing through a great, flat fen dotted with pools and moss-covered limestone boulders. The road is built up atop a dike of sorts to keep it out of the water and in spite of that Isaac can't see very far; thick fog obscures vision beyond fifty feet or so. Everything outside the cart appears just as frozen as everything inside it.

And the strange noise continues.

Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock...

Like the cadence of an old pendulum clock, but something about it is quite uncanny.

Whatever is making the noise is still out there, but it doesn't seem to be coming any closer.

Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock...