The light disappears and reappears under every rustle of the branches above. The distinct beams of light over power the shadows, creating a serene feeling. The roots of banyan, oak and birch trees gently bury themselves in the soft, rich dirt. Patches of grass filled with yellow, five-pointed flowers grow here and there. The aroma of the cute flowers drifts hither and fro, taking up with the wind. Rocks of limestone adorn the ground, providing a surface for the human feet to walk upon. The leaves of the trees are all possible shade of the liveliest greens one can imagine. Bluebirds, doves and finches flutter around their routines of gathering twigs for nests. Other fury animals play between the roots of trees, poking their heads through hole to watch the new comers.
They walk with uncertainty but one, her feet and instincts guiding her way on the limestone pathways. The party follows her, her instinctive feet guides her, traversing as a dream previously dreamt a million times before.