[Auspicious Happenings]

The sand of the beach was stark white and very course. It appeared to be made of a matte white stone.
Perhaps a mile or so down the beach, the Red Devil roused from icy dreams. Coughing up salt water, he drew himself to his knees and looked around him.
The forest near the shore line was lush looking, but clearly ominous. He didn't like the feel of this place one bit.
" I wonder if anyone else made it..." he mumbled to himself.
Standing and trying to shake some of the water out of his clothing, he shivered and headed towards the woods in search of materials to build a shelter and fire.