A wasteland. Perfectly flat, dry, dusty, nothing but the sound of cracked mud underhoof, the sun high and merciless. The desolate and lonely smell of scorched earth. Nothing moves, nothing lives. Only you.
It falls on you to fix this. Perhaps this wasn't your fault, but now you are tasked to breathe life into the land. A large burden for one so small. Perhaps we are setting you up to fail. Perhaps you will have to live with that.
But we are not entirely cruel. Look, a gift: a single seed. Careful, don't lose it. We can tell you are grateful. No, don't thank us, it was the least we could do. And we mean that.
The sun beats down, sapping the land of the last dregs of strength. You had better hurry, little one. Scrape a little hole in the hard-packed earth. Plant your seed. The real test is coming.
Now what? How will you water this seed? There is no rain. Not a single cloud. You can walk as far as your legs will carry you; there is no lake or river or ocean. No need to test this, trust us. This is of our own device.
Now, don't stand around too long. The seed is still just a seed, and your time is running out...
Why are you lifting your le--
oh.
Unorthodox, perhaps, but we accept it. Congratulations, little one. You have passed the test. Look, the seed grows already. A little sapling, just like you. Now, go forth and grow!