A random fragment from the Wasteland Saga...
"I wouldn't climb out of the saddle if I were you."
Sam Smith stared at his horse with a confused expression on his features. "Why not?"
"What do you see around you?" the Pooka inquired.
Sam turned around in the saddle. As far as the eye could see, waves of verdant grass stretched from one end of the horizon to the other, gently blowing in the wind across the endless prairie.
"I don't see a thing. Just grass."
"Exactly. Notice anything else?"
Sam paused to examine the ground around them. The grass was an unbroken expanse of green, with nothing to interrupt it from end to end, reminding him of an infinite sea whose waves were of grass instead of water.
"Now that you mention it... there's nothing here. Just grass. Why?"
The Pooka shook her head and laughed. "I guess you won't be satisfied until you find out for yourself."
Overwhelmed by curiosity, Sam swung his legs around, leaped out of the saddle... and immediately vanished beneath the waves of grass like the surface of the sea...