You look around you, seeing the dense growth of an ancient forest just a few feet away. Pungent, but sweet, smells of various trees, flowers, and even some leaf rot waft by.
Birds trill their calls near and far.
A sense of peace settles over you. As you are gazing into the forest, deciding whether to venture in, a flash of movement catches your eye. Curious, you come closer to the edge of the wood. You are sure it is laughter you hear which seems to float around you, beckoning you. Again you think you see movement.