After running for hours, giggling and tripping and snagging your clothes on blooming branches, you and the other runaways arrive in a grove.
Sunlight sparkles through the leaves and falls upon the ground, spotted with bright-faced flowers and delicate herbs. Stepping forward, your foot sinks deep into mosses and lacy foliage brushes past your face, your arms.
Looking up, sprites dart to and fro, as the trees creak in the wind, leaning their boughts together and whispering secrets. In the distance, bells are ringing.
Your face is warm with the sunlight and your feet are cool and wet from the dew. The wind winds it's fingers through your hair and as you close your eyes, you feel a great peace settle upon your shoulders.
\WELCOME TO THE FOREST\
Follow the trails to different places, each with their own secrets. If you ever get lost, just look for this swan, she'll guide you back here.
