Musebox

[The wind howled and blew a bitter chill past the dying trees; it danced with the leaves and dragged them away unwillingly from the autumn ground. The floor was damp and stagnant with the odor of decomposing wood, diamonds pierced the black sheet held up above and looked down with vengeance. The forest seemed to never end; tall silhouettes shadowing the ground, black birds circling overhead, and screams echoing through the wind.

This might or might not matter to you as you are stuck up in a brambled cage ten feet of the ground. The vines and twigs dig into your back as you become aware of the world again. You can't recall how you got here. Did you die? Did you fall asleep? Did some magic of yours go awry? You look to the trees for answers, but they simply bend their branches in the slight wind.

This isn't the only cage either. About a dozen stand suspended around you. Some carrying nothing. Some carrying corpses. Others somewhere in between.

In one such cage next to you is a man in a military robe/coat? Hard to say if he's alive or not slumped forward as he is with his eyes closed.]