Wishing I had somewhere to live I stand in some woodland looking at three large old stone houses in a row ahead of me. Realising I know magic, in a kind of Keanu Matrix Kung-fu moment, I centre myself and then stamp my foot hard down. A crack appears and races to the houses, it separates them and pushes them apart as a new building grows between them, expanding to take up the space. Suddenly I have a a new house, even if a little narrow and tall. Inside it smells of forest, I realise I've made the house from the woodland itself. My friend comes round and we move in. All goes well until cracks start to appear, moss begins to grow, water drips in. The forest is reclaiming itself slowly, I know that soon it will be just trees and plants again, just as it was before.