You try to look in the alleyway, but can't see anything more than the hand. However, you can sense something... more. You feel the refreshing winds, the murky waters of a marsh, the cries of the wildlife. Grass flowing in the wind, flowers blooming here and there, grey clouds slowly rolling over the skies above.
You decide to enter the Alleyway. The alleyway feels fresh and humid, unlike the city outside. You advance, and go through turns and turns, the hand always before you, beckoning. As you walk, the ground becomes damp soil and the walls fall away, revealing only a vast expense- a marsh.
The figure reveals itself.