Your Fantasy Sleep Saga (Season 1) Episodes 1-10

A warm welcome to the entire Season 1 collection of this fantasy sleep saga, taking place in a magical world, where you are the main character. Now you can enjoy Episodes 1-10 without any interruption, perfect if you like to listen to long stories, or perhaps take longer to drift off to sleep. There will also be a short relaxation meditation before the saga begins.

These stories are designed to strike the perfect balance between intriguing and relaxing, allowing you to unwind and focus on the story while also being comforting enough to fall asleep, if you so wish.

I hope that you enjoy Season 1, and look forward to Season 2, which should hopefully be on the way in Autumn/Winter 2025!

Music by Liborio Conti

Transcript

A warm welcome to the complete season one collection of your fantasy sleep saga.

Tonight,

You will enjoy all ten episodes from season one,

Accompanied by soft soothing music to help you drift into an effortless sleep and to build excitement for season two.

Before we begin,

We will do a short relaxation session,

Preparing you for a good night's sleep.

Please remember that there is no right or wrong here,

And there is no particular way that you should feel in these moments.

Each experience is as unique as us all,

So try to let go of any pressure you might be putting on yourself to feel certain things,

Or perhaps to fall asleep quickly tonight.

It doesn't matter if you do or you don't.

If you simply follow my voice and allow this story to wash over you,

Then you will enter a world of deep relaxation,

Where you can rest and recover.

So,

When you are ready,

Just feel the eyelids becoming heavier and heavier with each passing blink,

Until they gently close.

Remind yourself that this is your time to relax.

There is nothing left to do,

And nothing left to think.

The day is done now.

Whatever has happened is already in the past,

And here,

In this moment,

The future is beyond our reach.

So,

If thoughts arise about the day or the week that has been,

Or the days ahead of you,

Then acknowledge that these thoughts are completely normal and valid.

They are part of what makes us human,

Which is a wonderful thing.

But also,

Kindly remind yourself that these thoughts or concerns are of no use to us now,

And tonight,

There is no need to engage with them.

They are simply thoughts,

As fleeting as shooting stars across a night sky.

You are safe tonight,

And you are protected.

You can be reassured by the fact that my voice and this story will never take you anywhere that is unpleasant.

Your sleepy cat is simply here to guide you on your own twilight adventures,

And to help you enter a world of magic and peace where you can be completely free.

And now,

We will do a short guided breathing pattern called 3,

4,

5.

This will allow you to slow down and relax,

Preparing your body and your mind for a wonderful,

Peaceful rest.

When you are ready,

Breathe in through the nose for 3,

Hold for 4,

And breathe out for 5.

Let all of it go now.

Again,

That's in for 3,

Hold for 4,

And release,

Blowing away the thoughts of yesterday,

Today,

And tomorrow.

Again,

In for 3,

Hold for 5,

And let it go.

Continue to breathe in this way in your own time,

And with each breath out,

Allow your body to sink just that bit deeper.

And now,

Allow the breath to fall back into a natural rhythm.

Enjoy this new peace flowing through your body.

And now,

I hope you enjoy season one of your fantasy sleep saga.

You are standing in the middle of a small field,

Filled with fresh strawberries.

Their crops are in long rows at each side of you,

And stretch as far as you can see.

Summer birds glide across the clear blue above you,

And the midday sun beats down on your skin.

In your hand is a small wicker basket,

Lined with a blue and white cloth,

And filled with glowing red strawberries.

As you lift the basket to your nose,

You take a nice,

Deep breath,

And smell this beautifully sweet scent.

You have just finished a morning's work for the local farmer,

And they have allowed you to fill your basket with as many strawberries as you can.

You pick one or two more,

And finish your last bit of foraging.

With the basket filled to the brim,

You begin to stroll down the dirt track between the crops.

And head towards your rowing boat,

Which is tied up by the river at the end of the road.

You fold the remaining blue cloth over the strawberries,

And close the lid,

Giving them a little more protection.

You arrive at the grassy green bank of the river,

And a little way off in the distance,

You can see the rolling hills of home,

Waiting for your return.

You notice that the river runs through the middle of a small forest,

Which is always an enchanting part of your return journey.

You settle in the boat,

And gently row away from the shore.

The water is calm and peaceful,

And you are surrounded by long grass and wildflowers on each side of you.

Soon enough,

You come to the entrance of the forest,

And you begin to row through the tall archway of trees,

Which provides a cooling shade from the hot afternoon sun.

And as you gently row down the river,

Back towards your village,

You notice small rabbits in the bushes,

And red squirrels climbing the thin trees.

It's as if they are guiding you back home,

And keeping you safe along the way.

Rays of sunlight beam through the open patches in the leaves above you,

And onto the lake falls a glimmering gold shimmer.

As you row around a corner of trees,

You can see the wooden dock,

And the first few houses of your homeland.

There are three small cottages with perfectly round doors,

And picket fences of white,

Brown,

And blue.

These are nestled under the shallow green hills on the borders of your village.

One of these houses sits on the bank of the river by the dock,

And a large wooden mill slowly turns in the water as a gentle steam rises from the small brick chimney.

As you approach the dock,

You tie up your boat,

And bid a good afternoon to the halfling dockmaster.

And you begin to head towards the main village,

Down a thin gravel track,

Your basket of strawberries safe in your hand.

Butterflies and bees cross your path excitedly,

As if they have been waiting for your return.

On the borders of the village,

You come across a fresh water spring filled with crystal clear blue water.

You cup your hands in the cool water,

And take a refreshing drink.

You wander over a small wooden bridge,

And through a tall corridor of green,

Until at last,

Your eyes feast upon the magical heart of the shire opening up in front of you.

There is a far green country of shallow hills,

Like waves upon the sea,

And you can see many more houses built inside the hills.

The doors are again perfectly round,

And no two houses share the same color.

At the top of each house sits a tiny chimney,

Shrouded in grass,

Which lets out wisps of gray smoke.

The people here live a simple life,

And a simple life is celebrated.

There is no desire for piles of riches,

Or hoarded treasure.

Jewels and diamonds are almost unheard of.

No,

This is a place of comfort and of peace,

Of family and friendships filled with cheer and song.

Of wonderful food and a warm home.

A land of immortal beauty,

There is no sight more perfect.

One or two halflings sit in their gardens,

Enjoying the sun,

And others busy themselves gathering firewood,

Doing the laundry,

Or cleaning the windows.

They have thick curly hair,

Of brown,

Black,

Or blonde,

That covers the tops of their heads,

And of course,

The tops of their feet.

Your eyes follow the long dirt road in front of you,

As it winds between the hills and curves upwards,

Until at the very top you can see a single house under the hill,

Where from the wooden gate there are small stone steps leading up to the round front door of dark green.

This is the home of a very famous halfling.

As you walk between the emerald hills,

Down the gravel track road,

You pass many more of these cozy cottages.

There are washing lines with freshly cleaned laundry,

Shirts,

Trousers,

And dungarees,

And waistcoats of many colors swaying in the breeze.

Outside each house,

There are small wooden postboxes,

Some with many letters stuffed inside,

And others are quite empty.

It is said that you can always tell a halfling's popularity,

Judging by the size of their postbox.

As you walk past one or two halflings,

They greet you with a warm and welcoming smile,

As they speak your name in a hearty voice and bid you a pleasant day.

For you are well known throughout these lands and a dear friend of the little folk.

You even have your very own little cottage under your very own little hill.

There are colorful flower beds in the gardens and perched in front of the round porthole windows,

For all who live here share a love of the natural world,

Of plants,

Trees,

And animals of all kinds.

They all live as one here,

And they are connected.

Down the track,

You see a halfling leading a pony that is pulling a small cart.

And as it gets closer,

The pony seems to recognize you and gently strokes its head against your shoulder,

As you pet its furry ears and trace your fingers through its soft mane.

You see that the cart is full of vegetables,

All of which are ripe and fresh.

The halfling is now sat on top of a giant pumpkin in the cart,

And as the cart trundles away down the road,

The halfling tips their straw hat to you as they puff on their long wooden pipe,

A mischievous grin across their face.

It has clearly been a great harvest.

In the fields to your left,

There are many goats,

Cows,

And sheep,

And a few more ponies.

They graze away at the healthy grass as they roam freely across their shared land.

The warm breeze drifts over to you from the fields beyond,

And the smell of flowers,

Meadows,

And the summer air are a comfort to you,

Reminding you that this is where you belong.

As you arrive at the middle of the village,

You enter through a rickety old gate into a large field where the grass is freshly mown.

It is important to keep this field in the best condition,

For this is the party field,

Where halflings and guests celebrate important birthdays and all sorts of exciting festivals,

For which there are almost too many to count.

In the middle of the field stands an enormous tree,

10 times the size of any other tree across this land,

And it is the centerpiece not only of this field,

But of the entire village.

It is said that the elves of old planted this tree,

And it has stood for over 10,

000 years.

Its trunk is thick and strong,

With bright green leaves that pulse in the sunlight.

Legend has it that the roots reach all the way to the core of the earth,

Giving life to this enchanting world around you.

You sit for a moment with your back against the tree,

And enjoy the wonderful surroundings and this fresh,

Pure air.

As you sit,

You feel a warmth radiate from the tree,

And as this warmth runs into your body,

You feel yourself becoming light and free as all of your muscles relax.

The tree is absorbing all of your tension,

And you feel any worries and thoughts leave your mind and melt into the tree behind you.

You have found a new sense of peace.

You think this old legend might be true after all.

As the afternoon fades into early evening,

And the sun starts its descent,

You realize that there are still parts of your homeland that you would like to see today.

And with your basket in hand,

You stand up and continue on your journey.

A few of the little folk are setting up decorations,

Stalls and tables across the field.

It seems that one day soon there is going to be a big celebration,

Which you will be sure not to miss.

You walk over a small bridge made of gray brick and curved in an arch over the flowing river below.

Next to it is a small house with another mill turning in the water.

You arrive at a small square near the local tavern.

Here you find stalls filled with fresh vegetables and fruit from the harvest,

As well as handmade clothing and effects which come from all the different corners of the land.

As you stroll through the marketplace,

You can hear murmurs of conversation.

There appears to be rumors of a wizard spotted on the borders of the land,

Who will be arriving here tomorrow.

A smile creeps across your face as you know this rumor is true.

You know this because the wizard is coming to see you.

You have a very important trip together in the morning.

You wander out of the square and the sounds of the market fade away as you take a turn down a quieter street on your right,

Which runs down a hidden country lane.

With each step you take,

You are becoming more connected to this enchanting land,

As you are surrounded by nature once more.

At the bottom of this lane is a wooden bench sitting on the bank of the river and overlooking the beautiful meadows beyond.

You take a seat and with your basket on your lap,

You open the lid.

A red glow and the sweet smell of strawberries hits you,

And you cannot resist a mini feast of this delicious summer fruit,

As you relax underneath the sunset and gaze across the golden green horizon.

The smooth texture and the sweet taste are a perfect addition to this warm evening.

The water is calm here,

And this corner of the land is quiet and peaceful.

You see one or two fish dashing around under the water,

And the birds above you are diving down into the meadows and rising up again as they search for their dinner.

This enchanting village never fails to surprise you,

As all of a sudden,

You watch a trio of rainbows appear in front of you.

Their colors trace across the sky from right to left,

As if they are being freshly painted.

You think this might be a present from the wizard,

A sign,

Maybe,

To let you know that he is nearby and looking forward to your adventure.

You stare in wonder at the multicolored sky and bathe in the sunset as you feel yourself let go of everything.

You watch in amazement as the rainbows begin to fade out of sight,

And the sky transforms from a golden red sunset into a deep black night,

As if by magic.

Only a single star is visible at the moment,

But it shines as bright as the moon and seems to have an outline of purple and blue.

You look down at your basket and realize there are only a few strawberries left,

So you decide to save them for the morning,

And you begin to walk back through the village and towards your very own home under the hill.

The night air is mild,

And the gentle breeze is refreshing.

The market square is empty now,

Save for one or two halflings packing away their gear,

Ready for another day of trade in the morning.

The local tavern is on your left,

And you notice the soft yellow lights beaming from the windows,

And the lanterns outside have now been lit.

As you watch someone go inside,

You hear a snippet of the songs,

The laughter,

And the feasting going on in the tavern.

It is very tempting to go inside,

But you think that tonight you will head straight home.

You wouldn't want to be late for the wizard tomorrow by enjoying too much of the gaffer's homebrew tonight.

As you head back over the stone bridge,

You look out across the eternal green country,

Parted by the thin river and backed by the silver glitter of the night sky.

Each of the tiny houses has a small lantern hanging outside their front gate,

Which glows against their front doors and lights the way on the track road beside them.

The stars pepper in white dust against the purple and black,

As the many constellations pulse with a steady light.

And are the perfect background to your idyllic village.

You take in the night,

The houses,

The river and the rolling hills,

The tavern and the soft lights from the lanterns,

And you cannot believe that this wonderful place is your home.

As you continue down a gentle slope and round a corner,

You see the color of your front door illuminated by the hanging lantern outside,

And a warm,

Comforting feeling rushes through you,

As you realize that you are finally home.

Your front garden is small and decorated with flowerbeds in your favorite colors,

With an apple tree resting in the corner.

There is a patch of grass on the left-hand side with a table and chair,

Where you often sit on a morning and enjoy your breakfast as you watch the sun rise.

Perfectly round steps lead to your perfectly round door,

With a brass doorknob in the middle,

And all of this is surrounded by a dark brown picket fence.

And there is your postbox,

Packed full of letters.

You take out your letters,

Open the gate,

And walk up the steps to your front door.

In this beautiful village,

Everyone takes good care of one another,

And as you open your front door,

You are met with a soft yellow light and a wave of heat as you notice that the fire has been newly lit for your return,

And one or two candles are giving the room a cozy atmosphere.

You realize how blessed you are to be a part of all of this.

Your eyes wander round your perfect home,

And you see your wood fire crackling away underneath a sturdy mantelpiece full of books and souvenirs from all of your adventures.

There is a large,

Cozy armchair that sits by the fire,

Your favorite spot in the house.

In the middle of the room is a dark green rug outlined with a red and gold banner,

A white horse across the middle,

A special gift from the horse lords in the east.

The tube-like corridors lead from one room to the next,

With a wood-paneled floor that gives off a gentle heat under your bare feet.

The walls are a soft cream color,

With thick wooden beams that arch from the floor on one side all the way over to the other,

Creating a protective shell.

You place the letters by your armchair and wander into the kitchen.

You put the basket of strawberries on the table ready for the morning,

And you open one of the small porthole windows,

Taking a deep breath of this healing night air as it flows into your home.

The pantry is packed full of fresh ingredients,

And you think that one day soon,

You will host a merry gathering.

You wander over to your armchair and take a seat by the fire,

As you open one or two of the letters next to you.

The first is from the wizard,

Reminding you of your appointment with the elves tomorrow,

And urging you to be ready when he arrives.

The next has a golden wax seal and comes from the last homely house of the elves.

It is from their lord,

Who hopes that you are well,

And tells you how much they are looking forward to your visit.

There is an excitement in your stomach as you think of all the wonderful adventures that you have ahead of you.

You look around your cozy cottage with the log fire burning and the night air drifting in,

Creating a perfect temperature coupled with this peaceful atmosphere.

Your thoughts drift to the day that you have had,

From the strawberry fields to your rowboat journey home through the forest,

The enchanting elven tree,

And your relaxing walk around your wonderful homeland.

There are no worries and no burdens in these parts.

This is a land of peace and a home of comfort.

You know that you belong here.

This is your very own house under the hill.

It will always be here for you,

And you can return to this land whenever you need to.

The fire is fading now,

And your eyes have become heavy as you feel yourself drifting off.

You wander down the round corridor,

Half asleep,

Until you reach your room at last.

There is your four-poster bed,

Freshly made and ready for you.

As you climb into bed,

You wrap yourself in this thick,

Warm duvet,

And you remember that the wizard once placed an enchantment on your pillow,

Making sure that all of your dreams would be kept safe and beautiful.

With your bedroom window slightly open,

You can hear the faint music of the stars,

And their enchanting sound lulls you deeper and deeper.

You lie there,

Sleepy but excited,

For you know that tomorrow,

You will journey with the wizard to visit the hidden valley of the elves.

You have so much ahead of you.

You are safe,

You are warm,

And you are free.

You give any remaining thoughts permission to leave you now,

And you can rest peacefully and dream of beautiful things.

You find yourself waking up in your four-poster bed,

Wrapped in a thick,

White duvet that gives off a soothing warmth.

You are in your house under the hill in the corners of the Shire.

The sun has not risen yet,

But outside the round porthole window,

You see trees and bushes swaying in the breeze,

And the soft,

Cool light of the morning drifts into your room.

You stumble out of bed,

Dress yourself for the day ahead,

And wander into the kitchen.

The wooden floor has a warmth of its own,

Which sends a soft vibration through the soles of your feet.

In the kitchen,

You take the cast-iron kettle,

Fill it with water,

And place it on the rack above the cobbled stone fire.

You take a small,

Blue mug from the shelf,

And put your favorite tea leaves into a tiny sieve that you rest on top of the mug.

Through the open window,

You notice a few stray leaves and branches from your garden are beginning to creep inside.

You take your garden scissors from the drawer and trim back the imposing greenery.

From your garden,

The smell of roses and lavender drifts into the kitchen,

Coupled with the cool morning breeze.

Behind you,

The water begins to bubble away,

And you take the nearest tea towel,

Remove the pot from the stove,

And pour it through the tea leaves into your mug.

On the table,

You spot the wicker basket,

Filled with the remaining strawberries from yesterday's foraging.

You carry the basket in one hand and your freshly made tea in the other,

As you wander down a tube-like corridor and out of your perfectly round front door into the crisp morning air.

Your garden is full of beautiful spring flowers of many colors that sit in flowerbeds around the edge of your garden,

Surrounded by a brown picket fence,

And the apple tree sits on your right.

You walk over to the wooden table and chair on your left,

And place down your strawberries and your tea.

You notice in the apple tree a baby red squirrel carefully walking along a thin branch.

As you approach the tree,

The tiny squirrel seems to lose its balance and is now holding on tight to the branch as its legs dangle below.

Instantly,

You place your hand under the animal,

And in complete trust,

The squirrel lets go and lands safely in your palm.

The tiny red ball of fluff looks up at you,

Its nose twitching ever so slightly as it sniffs its new surroundings.

You reach your free hand into your pocket and remove a few nuts and seeds that you normally leave for the birds and begin to feed the squirrel in your hand.

As you take a seat,

You place the squirrel at the other side of the table and pour a few more seeds into a small pile in front of it.

The sun begins to rise over the distant hills now,

And a warm golden light washes over you.

You gaze across the eternal green in front of you,

With the rolling hills filled with many cottages underneath,

And a crystal blue river running through the middle.

And as you sip your morning tea and devour the sweet strawberries,

The squirrel sits nearby,

Nibbling on their seeds as you both enjoy the sunrise.

The world is beginning to wake up,

And you can see a few halflings plowing in the fields or planting new vegetables.

Ponies and sheep roam the grassier fields nearby,

And birds of many colors sweep across the morning sky.

In the distance,

You hear the sound of a horse and cart approaching,

And the faint sound of someone humming a happy tune.

Faint though it may be,

You recognize the voice immediately,

And a smile creeps across your face.

As the brown and white horse comes into view,

You see the old wizard perched in the cart,

Wearing his long,

Bluey-gray robe with specks of dirt along the bottom,

And a big,

Pointy hat,

Looking like the pilgrim he is so often called.

His thick,

Gray beard flows down his chest,

And he puffs on a long,

Wooden pipe.

At first,

The wizard does not seem to notice you,

But then,

Under the brim of his hat,

You see his piercing blue eyes flick to meet yours,

And he gives you a mischievous wink with the twitch of a smile.

He asks in an airy sort of way if you are ready to leave.

You stand up with a smile,

Run indoors,

And grab your rucksack,

Before heading back outside and proudly holding it up for the wizard.

He nods his head in approval,

And gestures for you to pop it in the cart next to his staff.

You look back to the table,

Where your new friend is watching you curiously.

You take another handful of seeds and place them in front of the squirrel,

To let them know that they are welcome in your garden anytime.

You stroke the top of their head,

And they sniff your hand affectionately,

Before they are distracted by this second breakfast in front of them.

You place a small cloak over your shoulders,

Close your door,

And pick two of the ripest apples from the tree.

You throw one to the wizard,

And jump into the cart.

His tall but gentle figure looms over you,

And you feel safe in his presence.

The wizard gives a low whistle to the horse,

And you set off down the gravel track road in front of you.

As you pass by a few halflings,

Some bid you a wonderful adventure,

And some look at the wizard disapprovingly,

For it is seen as unnatural for Shire-dwellers to venture beyond their own borders.

But you are no ordinary Shire-dweller.

You are a friend of elves,

Men,

Dwarves,

Halflings,

And wizards alike,

And you have many adventures coming your way.

You cross over the wooden bridge on the borders of your homeland,

And journey into the wild.

The rolling hills of home grow faint on the horizon,

And the world is ahead of you.

You ride through a small woodland filled with tiny streams,

Where the water runs steadily through a jagged labyrinth of rock.

You arrive at a small town fortified by a wooden wall,

And filled with thatched roofs,

Old stonework,

And smoky chimneys protruding over the top of the wall.

It is an old town,

And used as a place of trade for surrounding villages,

Or a place of rest for many a wandering traveler.

As you ride around the borders of the town and further on your adventure,

The wizard tells you of his journey to meet you,

And how in the midst of a thunderstorm,

He took shelter in an old inn within these walls.

In that moment,

You begin to feel the early droplets of rain.

The wizard casts a quick spell,

And a small canopy extends from the back of the cart all the way over your head,

Keeping you warm and dry.

Your journey takes you over a series of flat meadows in yellow and green squares,

Dotted with tall oak trees standing proudly.

It is only just full morning now,

And the sun stands low but bright,

Casting long shadows across the meadows,

As the rain continues to tap against the canopy above you.

The wizard puffs upon his pipe,

Never removing it from his lips,

As you watch the smoke seep out the corners of his mouth in a silky ripple.

He tilts his head to you,

And with a smile as warm as the sun,

He tells you just how well you are looking,

And that he is delighted to be with you today.

His presence is a comfort like nothing else.

It's as if he gives off a very gentle glow,

And when he places a comforting hand on your shoulder,

There is a warmth that radiates from him.

This warmth from the wizard begins to soothe and relax your shoulders,

Before it spreads up into your neck and head,

And all the way down through your body,

Into the tips of your toes.

You feel yourself becoming heavier,

And your mind becomes clear and free from all concerns.

There is a new peace within you now,

And you feel completely safe.

You think you may have fallen into a short sleep,

Because when you open your eyes,

What stands before you now are large snow-capped mountains a little way off in the distance,

And you are riding along a grassy plain filled with many rocks.

Some are only small,

But others tower high above you,

And seem to have hidden nooks and crannies.

The wizard tells you that there are many secret paths along this road,

And he just needs to find the right one.

You arrive at a clearing surrounded by three huge rock formations,

Whose distance to each other forms a perfect triangle.

You begin to sense something very different about the air around you.

It has become light and clear,

As if full of magic and wonder.

You share a look with the wizard,

And the twinkle in his eye suggests what you already know.

This is the place.

With a soft,

Low voice,

The wizard casts a spell with his staff.

The rock in front of you seems to have separated in half,

Creating a doorway through the middle.

At the end of this doorway is a warm yellow light,

And it seems to call out for you to journey forward,

Elf friends,

For you are most welcome here.

The horse sets off without a prompt from the wizard,

For it is as eager as you to visit this place,

And the cart begins to roll through the doorway and into the narrow corridor between tall white rocks that is filled with an enchanting air.

You are entering a secret world,

Hidden away from all evil,

And open only to those who bring with them peace.

As you reach the end of the white corridor,

The world opens up in front of you once again,

But now what lies before you is a golden valley and a hidden elven sanctuary.

There are beautiful white buildings nestled in the valley,

With pointed roofs that are held up by twirling pillars of pure white.

And in between the buildings are patches of emerald green trees with flowers in all the colors of the rainbow.

Tall,

Delicate towers of silvery white stand above the rest,

Keeping watch over this sacred land.

The elven palace of white sits in the middle of the mountain valley,

Halfway up the rock face,

And through the middle runs a crystal blue waterfall,

Which forks down the rest of the valley.

All of this is surrounded by steep cliffs that are filled with thick trees and smaller waterfalls.

Down a short path in front of you,

There is an arched stone bridge that leads to the heart of the last homely house of the elves.

The sunlight beams across in a perfect spotlight on the small kingdom,

As if this place was made to harness all of nature's beauty.

A place of wonder and heavenly purity,

Where no evil has ever been,

Nor will ever be.

A land of peace,

Of light,

And of hope.

You have left the cart now,

And two tall elves with kind angelic faces take the wizard's horse off to their stable,

Where you can be sure it will receive the kindest treatment and the tastiest food a horse could wish for.

The wizard leads you over the stone bridge,

And as you look to your left,

You see another waterfall in the distance,

Nestled between two green hills and backed by a golden sunlight.

At the entrance to this land,

Underneath the silvery-white archway,

Stands the elven lord,

With a thin crown upon his head and a long ruby robe that sits effortlessly on his shoulders and stops just above the ground.

Next to him is his daughter,

Who is the lady of the land,

And has the warmest smile of all the elves.

A white headpiece weaves through her thick black hair that is almost the length of her glowing silver dress,

Which the wizard tells you is made from fallen stardust.

Of course,

You have been here before,

And you are a most welcome friend.

The lord takes your hand in his,

And you each give a short bow as he welcomes you to his home.

The lady of the land gives an infectious laugh,

Showing her delight at seeing you again.

She holds out her arms to you,

And you sink into her warm embrace.

She is a very dear friend to you,

And gives you the feeling of being protected,

Like an eternal guardian who will always be there for you.

You arrive first at a small garden where the grass is almost gold and warm under your feet.

There are thin white trees with colorful fruit hanging freely.

The lady tells you this is the sacred fruit of her people,

And can only be eaten on the elven new year.

There is a small fountain of carved stone,

Filled with silvery blue water.

The lord takes out a small chalice,

Dips it in the water,

And hands it to you.

The healing waters of his people,

He tells you,

Will cleanse your mind of any troubling thoughts.

As you drink the enchanted water,

You feel your mind becoming clear as all of your worries are washed away from you.

They fade out of sight,

And can no longer be seen.

It is a mesmerizing garden,

Full of powerful enchantments that allow you to feel completely safe.

For this land knows no evil,

And the light of the elves is eternal and strong.

You are guided up large stone steps by the lord and lady,

And they tell you that you are free to explore to your heart's content as they head off to speak with the wizard.

But the lady reminds you that there will be a banquet later on,

Which you are not to miss.

You arrive at large but delicate doors,

With beautiful carvings as old as the first age of this world.

You come to a beautiful hall of silver and white.

Large windows cover the ceiling,

And it almost feels like you are still outside,

As the natural light of the world beams down,

And you see the tops of the trees swaying above you.

A single torch stands proudly in the middle.

The flames flicker in varying colors of red,

Blue and orange,

And provides a gentle warmth for the entire room.

There are perfectly curved archways that line the walls,

And nestled inside are many alcoves.

Some are filled with beautiful and mysterious plants of blue,

Yellow or purple,

And others are filled with displays of the finest elven armor.

Gold-plated,

Strong but delicate,

Cloaks of blue,

Red or green hang from the shoulders,

And a beautifully carved helmet rests on top.

You pass one or two tall,

Enchanting elves,

Some of whom recognize you and give you a warm smile and a low bow.

You see in front of you a large semicircle of white bookshelves,

Illuminated by beams of sunlight where specks of dust dance in the gold.

As you delicately remove one of the books,

You blow the thin layer of dust from the cover.

The writing is a language you do not recognize,

But as you flick carefully through the old parchment,

You see enchanting runes and symbols that were written and created by a race of elves long departed from this world.

There are even drawings of old maps which date back over 4,

000 years.

You hold a magical and sacred history in the palm of your hand.

You place the book back on the shelf and move on through a small wooden door that leads to a courtyard outside.

The courtyard is lined with gray stone and white columns.

Vines with flowers spiral around the columns next to you and spread up onto the open canopy of the courtyard.

There are small trees in large pots that contain tiny purple fruit and give off a wonderful smell.

The courtyard feels older than other parts of this house and full of memory.

You wander up a few stone steps where there seems to be a platform at the top.

And as you get closer,

You realize it is something else entirely.

It is a statue of a cloaked elven priest holding a shield across both of his arms with a gray cloth laid over it.

And on the shield,

There is a sword that has been broken into many fragments.

The hilt is on the right,

And the shattered blade is placed in neat formation across the shield.

Behind you is a huge tapestry depicting the king of men slaying the mightiest of foes,

And freeing the world from its evil.

The king holds in his hand the same sword that now rests upon the shield.

The sword is too precious to risk touching,

And you wander back through the courtyard and up a thin spiral staircase with decorative carvings on the wall.

Pictures of the elves awakening the trees of old and singing to the stars.

You arrive at the top of the stairs and head through an open stone archway onto a small balcony.

There is a cream-colored floor of warm stones,

And the railing is pure white.

In front of you is the most breathtaking sight of all.

Illuminated by the early sunset,

Two golden and red waterfalls flow seamlessly through the emerald green valley and into the huge lake below,

Topped by the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

The wizard appears on your right as if by magic,

And he joins you as you both lean on the railing and gaze out over the enchanting kingdom of white gold.

The trees are grouped together with multicolored leaves of green,

Brown,

Orange,

And yellow.

The evening birds glide across the valley,

A silhouette of freedom.

You are witnessing the unlimited beauty of this world,

And as you take a deep breath of this magical elven air,

You remind yourself that there will always be good on this earth,

And there will always be hope.

As you enjoy this perfect palace of peace nestled in the evergreen mountains and forests,

You turn to the wizard and thank him for bringing you back here.

He looks at you with a twinkle in his eye and reminds you that you deserve this time of rest.

You watch in amazement as the wizard,

Still puffing on his pipe,

Begins to blow peculiar and magical clouds of smoke.

First,

There is a series of dark gray rings,

Each one smaller than the last,

And they pass through each other like waves of silk.

The wizard then blows the shape of a magical horse galloping through the rings.

Next comes a mighty dragon of smoke,

Which almost glows red on its belly as it circles above you,

Although it is no bigger than your hand.

And finally,

The wizard blows a delicate sailing boat that seems to be perfectly on top of the lake,

And you watch it sail away into the golden red horizon,

Where the bottom of the valleys meet in the middle.

You realize the air has become still now,

And night time is almost upon us.

The wizard places a hand on your shoulder and leads you to the right through an open-top corridor of white archways with a canopy of leaves above you.

You round a corner and come at last to a white banquet hall,

Overlooking the beautiful scenery and lit by soft yellow candles and the last light of the setting sun.

The table is covered with a freshly made silk cloth and decorated with the finest silverware.

There are silver jugs with long thin spouts filled with water or wine from the finest elven vineyards.

The lady of the house gives you an eager smile,

And she pats the chair next to her,

Inviting you to join her.

As you take a seat,

She pours you a drink and asks you to tell her all about your day.

In that moment,

An elf places in front of you a silver tray covered with a lid.

As they lift the lid,

You are met with a beautiful smell,

And you see that the elves have prepared your favorite dish,

Cooked to perfection.

At the head of the table,

The elven lord gives you a warm,

Mischievous smile,

And asks if you really thought they would forget about their special guest tonight.

As you join in with the feasting,

You take your time with your meal and savor every bite of this wonderful banquet.

This enchanting and magical place is perfect for any occasion.

You can host a merry feast with singing and dancing.

You can enjoy hundreds of fantastical stories by a warm fire that have been passed down for thousands of years.

Or you can sit in peace and quiet and read or write or simply be with yourself.

The lady of the house leans over to you as if to confide in you a secret.

Instead,

You are met with a flutter of joy as she tells you that if you would like to,

You can come and live in this hidden valley and become a permanent resident of the last homely house.

There will always be a warm and cozy bed waiting for you here whenever you are ready.

With all of the beautiful distractions around you,

You hadn't realized that the sun has completely set,

And the night descends upon the house.

Outside the open archways,

You can see the waterfalls and the lake glistening with the light of the moon.

The tables are cleared as the banquet comes to an end,

And you decide to take a walk in the moonlight.

You thank your hosts for a wonderful dinner and wander out of the banquet hall into the still of night.

You walk along a curved and open platform that slopes very gently down to the ground,

Where you see scattered leaves shuffling in the soft breeze.

As you reach the ground,

You can see right across the lake and deep into the valley.

The eternal waterfalls continue to flow,

And the moon glows high in the sky,

Casting a healing light upon you.

Surrounding the moon is a glitter of stars.

They sparkle at different moments,

Giving a ripple effect to the silvery sky.

To your right,

You spot the stable where many of the horses are already asleep.

You decide to visit your old friend who brought you here today.

As you approach the stable,

The wizard's horse sees you coming and begins to patter their feet excitedly.

You place a hand on the horse's nose and softly stroke their mane.

You can tell that they have been well looked after by the elves,

Pampered even,

As you notice their hair has been freshly cleaned and their mane is as smooth as silk.

You remember that the apple you picked this morning is still in your pocket.

And you offer it to the horse with an open palm.

The horse enjoys their late night treat,

And once they are finished,

They stroke their head against your shoulder and you give the horse a warm embrace.

You bid them a good night and begin to wander back to the house.

On your left,

You see an archway made of small white branches and decorated with bright blue flowers.

Underneath the archway stands the lady of the last homely house,

Giving you a comforting smile.

She offers you a hand and invites you into her garden of starlight,

Where you can relax and fall asleep underneath the even star.

You follow the lady down the thin grassy path in her secret garden.

There are small blossom trees full of a mismatch of white and pink flowers.

As you walk through the garden,

The grass underneath you is as soft as a cloud,

And it begins to envelop your feet and send a beautiful warmth through your body.

As you come to an open clearing lit by the moon,

You see a solitary chair that has been carved into white stone and filled with blankets and cushions.

Bright green bushes house many colorful flowers and berries and give the garden a beautiful outline,

Where in the middle sits a peaceful pond with one or two lily pads circling in the water.

You take a seat and lie back in the chair as you gaze up at the night.

Your vision is circled by the tops of the trees,

And above you is the silver light of the even star.

It stands proud in the middle of the purple and black,

Shining pure and bright.

It is surrounded by a swirling white glitter,

And you can imagine that the even star might be singing its very own song and providing the music of the stars.

The elves of old used to worship the stars,

The lady tells you,

And her people still do.

They are seen as the sacred light.

They carry wisdom,

Courage,

Memory,

And hope.

They are the givers of life,

And they are the key to understanding and connecting to this beautiful world.

The stars,

She tells you,

Hold all the answers.

The lady is standing by the pond,

Staring up to the night,

And is surrounded by a white aura.

One or two stars are beginning to float down,

Very slowly,

Into the garden.

As the stars get nearer,

They break up into tiny particles of white dust,

And this dust begins to surround the magical elf maiden.

It is a heavenly thing to witness.

The lady seems to catch the stardust in her hands,

And she walks over to where you are resting.

As she passes you,

She lets the stardust trickle over your body,

And you begin to feel all of your muscles relax.

Your feet become soft and heavy.

Your ankles become loose.

The stardust softens your calves and relaxes your knees.

Your thighs become warm and heavy,

Free from all tension.

Your stomach muscles soften and release.

The muscles in your back are unraveling,

As any tension is melted away.

As the stardust lands on your ribcage,

You feel a new openness in your chest.

Your shoulders and neck are letting go of all control,

As you feel your whole body become heavy.

You have become one with the elven stars.

The lady takes the remaining stardust and begins to sprinkle it over your head.

All the muscles in your face become soft and open.

Then,

You begin to feel any remaining thoughts leave your mind.

The stars have taken your thoughts for the night,

And you can be free now.

You can let go of everything.

You feel yourself being cleansed by the elven star.

The lady tells you to rest here tonight,

That she and the stars will watch over you.

You are safe here in this land,

And you are protected in this garden of glitter.

The light of the elven star will guide your dreams tonight,

And you will heal your body,

Your mind,

And your soul.

You are free to let go,

And to be one with the magical powers of the elves and the stars.

You wake up from a short nap to the sound of lapping water,

A soft breeze,

And a gentle bird song in the distance.

With your eyes closed,

You smell the cool waters of the river,

The damp wood from your little boat,

The hint of spring flowers,

And,

Unusually,

The faint whiff of tobacco.

And then,

A homely comfort fills your heart as you hear the low,

Humming voice of your wizard.

Your oldest and dearest friend.

You open your eyes to meet the gaze of your gentle old wizard.

He greets you with the twitch of a smile and a subtle wink as he puffs,

Tight-lipped,

On his long wooden pipe.

He paddles your boat down a beautiful river,

And as your eyes adjust,

You take in every piece of this enchanted land.

The water is marbled with turquoise and sapphire,

And peppered with a silver starlight.

Scattered along the shore is a collection of colorful pebbles,

Creating a beautiful mosaic on the pure white sand.

The great river carves through the landscape in front of you,

And a thick green woodland protects you on both sides.

There is a strange but curious radiance from the trees,

And it's as if these wonders of nature are calling out to you.

The sky is clear,

But for the odd wisps of cloud floating across the endless blue above.

Far off in the distance are the faint silhouettes of snow-capped mountains,

Tracing the horizon.

And as you sit here,

Opposite your old companion,

Surrounded by the picture-perfect scenery,

You begin to remember how you arrived here.

It was yesterday morning when the old wizard rapped on the door of your little house under the hill,

Waking you from a peaceful shire slumber.

He came bearing good news.

You have been invited as a special guest to the land of the elves,

Deep within the golden wood.

The wizard,

Being your trusty guardian,

Felt obliged to accompany you on this adventure.

And after a long journey through the rolling hills of home,

You came across an idle boat,

Carved from a silver oak tree and perfectly smooth to the touch.

The last memory you have is simply drifting along calm waters,

Wrapped in a soft blanket and guarded by the ancient moon.

And here you are,

Another day and another adventure with your wonderful wizard,

Ready to journey into a new world entirely.

In the next moment,

You feel yourself banking to the right as the wizard steers you away from the great river.

Your boat threads down a small stream,

Heading towards a tunnel of trees.

The light of the sun fades,

The birdsong is no more,

And you are met with a gentle stardust,

Drifting through the air.

The leaves of the forest are a soft blue now,

Pulsing with a silver glow.

The water below is covered by a thin layer of white mist.

You trace your hand through the haze and a cool vibration trickles through your fingers.

Bit by bit,

You feel a deep and powerful magic envelop the woodland.

The atmosphere is rich and thick,

And a new heaviness begins to fill your body.

You breathe in this healing air,

Slow and deep.

You find yourself letting go of all thoughts and all worries.

You are entering a world of peace,

And you know that these thoughts no longer serve you here.

And with this realization comes the beautiful feeling of total release.

You can let everything go now,

As you drift through this blue and silver haven.

A deep sense of peace and comfort runs through your body,

Softening your heart and your mind.

You wonder what kind of magic can evoke such beautiful sensations.

As if hearing your thoughts,

The wizard turns to you with a smile.

It is the lady of the wood,

He whispers.

She cannot be far away.

And then,

Right on cue,

The leaves around you begin to transform,

Turning from a rich blue to a soft,

Shimmering gold.

A new light glows through the trees now,

As if radiating from the earth itself.

It is a light of hope,

Of love,

And of deep magic.

And then,

Emerging through the golden trees,

Are tall,

Angelic figures with long,

Flowing hair and backed by a soft light.

You cannot believe it,

The elves.

They stand tall and proud among the trees,

Shrouded in long cloaks of gray and blue.

They watch over you with kind eyes,

And an earthly enchantment radiates from them.

This land is singing now with the deep magic of the old earth and the magic of the elves.

Your guardians have all the features of youth and innocence,

But these wonderful folk are blessed with immortality,

And many of them are almost as old as the earth itself.

As this woodland symphony continues,

You feel your boat begin to float above the ground,

And the waters slowly disappear as you glide through the trees.

The magic of the elves runs through your body,

And a weightlessness washes over you as you let go of any holding on tonight.

As you venture deeper into the forest,

The trees grow taller,

The trunks grow thicker,

And the leaves are a sea of shimmering gold,

Like a collection of magical fireflies flickering above you,

And peppering the land with a beautiful,

Soft glow.

Wrapped around the trees are spiraling staircases of hand-carved wood.

They tower up into the depths of the treetops.

Many elves line the twisting stairs,

Gazing down on you with a smile as they sing as one with this enchanted forest.

You are drifting through the borders of the golden wood,

Home to the Lady of Light.

It is unlike anything you have ever seen,

And you feel privileged to witness this magic unfold.

You cannot help but feel as though you have been here before.

A familiar,

Homely comfort washes over you,

And you allow this new magic to lift you just that bit higher,

As you let go just that bit more.

The wizard admits it is rare for the elves to put on such a display,

And even he does not usually receive such a welcome.

You truly are a guest of honor.

And then,

Bit by bit,

You feel yourself coming back down.

Your little boat has disappeared now,

And instead,

Your feet land on the huge golden leaves of the forest floor.

The soft,

Silk-like texture of the ground envelops your feet,

Filling your toes with a beautiful warmth.

All around you now is a woodland kingdom,

Singing with an elvish symphony,

And filled with a golden starlight.

You have arrived.

The old wizard places a hand on your shoulder,

And you look up at him with a beaming smile.

Somehow,

The lines on his face have softened,

And a youthful radiance lives in his eyes again.

And you can feel it,

Too.

Any stiffness is melting away,

And a childlike wonder fills your heart as you gaze around this majestic land.

Enormous trees tower above you,

Each with their own spiral staircase.

Among the different levels,

You can see hand-carved houses built within the trees.

The treetops are pulsing with a golden glow,

And a soft stardust mingles through the air.

To your left,

A waterfall cascades out of the woodland into a small silver lake.

A white haze swirls above the water,

And there,

Through the mist,

You see two elves tying up your boat.

As you turn back around,

You are met by the soft face of a tall,

Proud elf.

He dons a gray cloak and hood,

With thin,

Delicate armor covering his chest,

Shoulders,

And forearms.

A huge wooden bow rests on his back,

With a satchel of arrows at his side.

Here is the captain and commander of the wood,

Second only to the lord and lady.

As the elf captain removes his hood,

His golden hair frames his face with a soft glow,

And he greets you with a half-bow,

Welcoming you to the kingdom of the woodland elves.

You return the bow and admit your surprise but deep honor to receive such an invitation.

The captain reassures you that any friend of the wizard is a friend of the elves,

And they have been looking forward to your arrival.

This elf will be your guide tonight,

Taking you high up into the treetops.

And to the palace of the lord and lady.

But first,

You must eat,

He adds,

And gather your strength.

From under his cloak,

The elf reveals a parcel wrapped in dark green leaves tied with string.

This is the bread of our kin,

He tells you.

One small bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown man.

It is made deep within the enchanted wood,

Where no mortal has ever stepped foot.

And the magic within this bread will cleanse your mind and fill you with a renewed strength.

You unwrap the parcel and remove a thick white bread with a lovely golden crust.

It is freshly baked and still warm to the touch.

You break it open and take your first bite.

The bread is soft and fluffy with a beautiful buttery flavor.

There is a deep satisfaction in the pit of your stomach,

Like a mini fire bubbling away,

Filling you with a comforting warmth.

You feel this warmth rise into your chest and pulse with a beautiful radiance.

It trickles through your body,

Down into your legs and feet,

Along your arms,

And up into your head.

For a moment,

You have forgotten where you are.

Your eyes are closed and you are feeling every single beautiful sensation.

Running through you.

You take a deep breath and smile at this wonderful moment.

As your senses come back to the golden wood,

The elf captain cannot help but chuckle at your reaction.

You can see the flashes of an old memory in his eyes,

And he tells you that he can remember taking his first bite of this wonderful bread as a small elf child over a thousand years ago.

A thousand years!

You suddenly find yourself marveling at the smoothness of his skin and the glow of his young eyes bubbling with energy.

The magic of the elves really is remarkable.

With another bow,

The captain bids you follow his lead,

And with an excited smile to your wizard,

You shadow the elf through the wood,

Your feet treading on the soft floor of the forest.

You walk through a series of white wooden archways,

Delicately carved with elegant patterns and inscribed with old elvish script.

The archways are wrapped in pink and blue flowers,

And a beautiful smell dances through the wood.

With every breath you take,

You find yourself becoming just that bit more relaxed.

And then,

You arrive at the most majestic tree you have ever seen.

It appears to be wrapped in the most delicate starlight and pulses with a soft,

Radiance.

Its twisted trunk towers above you,

Disappearing above the golden treetops.

Your elf guardian turns to you,

Smiling at your wide-eyed wonder.

This tree,

He tells you,

Was the very first to grow here,

And it is the center of all life on Earth.

It was the elves who brought it to life through an ancient song that lasted over a hundred years,

And from it,

This enchanted woodland was born.

For a moment,

You are daunted by the seemingly endless journey to the top of the tree,

But the kind elf places a hand on your shoulder,

And with a subtle smile,

He reassures you that the climb is far easier than it looks.

After a slight hesitation,

You take your first step,

And as soon as your foot touches the pure white wood,

You feel yourself lifting ever so slightly above the ground.

Until you are no longer walking,

But floating up this twisting stairway.

You are simply a passenger now,

You do not even have to try.

The old magic of the forest is bringing you up to the top of the tree and towards the golden palace.

You drift effortlessly higher and higher and gaze out through the woodland,

Peppered with stardust.

Down below,

You can see the waterfall and the small lake.

There are many elves mingling on the forest floor,

Crafting tools and instruments.

Foraging for fruit of the forest and tending to this ancient land.

It's as if these wonderful folk are completely at one with this golden wood.

Everything works in perfect harmony.

Already,

You feel that you belong here.

You feel safe and protected,

And this magical world is already healing your body,

Your mind,

And your soul.

Before you know it,

You arrive at the top of the tree and find yourself inside a beautiful palace of magic.

But this palace is not like those of the old fairy tales.

It is subtle,

Subdued,

And elegant,

And it is all the more beautiful for it.

Delicate white woodwork arches above and around you,

Carved in the most intricate detail.

Thin curtains with a misty blue haze flutter in the gentle breeze,

And the wooden floor is veiled with a blanket of silver moonlight.

There are two small water fountains flowing in a beautiful spiral.

The water is a pure sapphire,

Peppered with tiny crystals of white.

Up here,

The light has turned from a rich gold into a soft blue and silver.

A canopy of leaves creates an enchanting dome above you,

And there,

Through the gaps,

You can see the first stars peeping through.

The wizard places a hand on your shoulder and leads you over to two empty thrones,

Backed by a thin white veil.

Your heart flutters as you sense the presence of a deep and powerful magic pulsing through the palace and resonating in your chest.

And then,

The veil parts in the middle,

Revealing a soft white light,

And a wave of nerves washes over you.

The light slowly fades,

And you are met by the lord and lady of the golden wood.

Their delicate regality is coupled with an unspeakable kindness and the wisdom of a thousand years.

Your nerves fade to a beautiful comfort.

You are honored to be in the presence of such high and magical beings,

And you cannot help but smile.

The beauty and grace of this lord and lady is undeniable,

And your elf captain leads you all into a low bow as you gently drop to one knee.

With your eyes to the floor,

You feel the lady of light approach you.

Her magic is like nothing you have ever felt before.

It ripples through you like a heavenly starlight,

Filling you with absolute peace.

And then,

You feel a smooth hand taking your chin and lifting up your head.

As you stare into the dazzling blue eyes of the golden lady,

You feel a deep,

Healing love filling your heart.

A gentle glow pulses around her,

And you'd be forgiven for thinking that you had just met your first angel.

She smiles softly,

And just the simple touch of her hand evokes feelings of safety.

You know that under the watchful eye of this enchanting elf,

You are completely protected.

And then,

Without moving her lips,

The lady of the wood speaks to you,

As if calling out to your very soul.

You are so welcome here,

My lovely friend of the Shire.

Please,

Lay down your troubles and leave your worries behind.

I see you.

I truly see you.

And here,

We can wash away any burdens that you carry with you.

I see the warmth of your heart,

The beauty of your soul,

And all the wonderful things you have to offer.

So please,

It is time to be kind to yourself.

You deserve happiness,

And here you will find the comfort that you seek,

For there is a magic within you too.

This is your sanctuary,

And you will leave this land refreshed,

Renewed,

And at peace,

Free to return whenever you need to.

You take a deep breath,

And allow all these beautiful words to fill your heart.

You enjoy this wonderful moment shared only between you and this ethereal elf.

You can feel the golden lady's healing magic coursing through you.

Your mind becomes clear and uncluttered.

Your breath is free.

Your body is relaxed,

And there is a smile on your face.

You vow from here on in to treat yourself with love,

Empathy,

And respect,

As you would your very best friend,

For that is what you deserve.

In the next moment,

The lady invites you to visit her enchanted orchard.

It is a journey that will take you deep into the forest as you float over the treetops.

Once there,

You can lie beneath the moon and float among the stars as you dream away the night.

Tomorrow is a day of merriment and adventure,

But for now,

The night is closing in,

And starlight awaits you.

The wizard kneels down to meet you now,

And you share a warm embrace.

He tells you that he could not wish for a better companion to share in his adventures,

And that you deserve this time of peace with the lady of the wood.

Go now,

And be comforted,

He adds with a warm smile.

Before you leave,

You turn to your elf captain and give a low bow.

You thank him for bringing you here,

And for welcoming you to his homeland.

You hope to see him again soon.

As the captain returns your bow,

He tells you that tomorrow morning,

You shall be reunited.

Together,

You will journey through the golden wood,

And he will craft you your very own elven instrument.

With a hand on your shoulder,

He tells you that you are welcome to visit him anytime.

His home is always open to you.

With a renewed excitement,

You follow behind the lady of the wood.

Her flowing golden hair is almost as long as her smooth white dress that trails along the floor and pulses with a soft light.

Suddenly,

A door of golden leaves opens up before you,

And you step out onto a white wooden walkway as you enter the blue and black night.

Ahead of you now are a series of arched bridges carved from the same white wood,

And protected by powerful elven enchantments.

Enchantments as old as the earth.

You are completely safe up here,

Guarded by the new starlight above as you glide gently over the forest.

Surrounding you in every direction is a sea of endless treetops,

Peppered with rich gold leaves that pulse under the healing light of the moon.

It gives the effect of moonlight on water,

Twinkling far off on the distant horizon.

The enchanted air is at its purest form up here.

With every breath you take,

You feel its healing energy filling your lungs and running through your body.

As you continue your journey over the treetops,

The lady of the wood tells you the story of how the elves came to be.

The stars awoke the elves from an endless slumber,

Calling them to life.

For many years,

Long before the sun and moon were created,

The elves wandered the earth under the light and music of the stars.

And this is how the elves learned the enchanted symphonies that could bring the first trees to life.

With the trees came the sun and moon,

And from there,

The entire world was blooming with new life.

The dust from the very first star lives within all the elves now,

Blessing the lady and her kin with immortality.

The life of the elves will continue until the very last star ceases to be.

You gaze up at the vast cosmos of glitter,

Peppered with infinite stars.

With a smile,

You reassure her that that time is clearly a long way off,

And the lady cannot help but laugh at your innocence,

Agreeing with your prediction.

She will live on through many more ages of this land,

For she is one of the sacred guardians of the earth.

And now,

She adds with a smile,

She is a guardian of you.

You feel so lucky to be here,

Side by side with this enchanting elf,

And surrounded by a golden haven of tranquility.

Here,

In this wonderful place,

Nothing else matters.

And just then,

The next bridge descends down into the treetops,

And you begin to enter a new world.

The starlight disappears,

And you are drifting through a tunnel of leaves,

Guiding your way with tiny golden spotlights.

You arrive at a white fence,

Sealed with a wooden gate.

Beyond the gate is a collection of trees,

Only waist-high,

But bursting with colorful fruit,

Like nothing you have ever seen before.

The orchard floor is carpeted with rich green grass,

Shimmering with emerald.

With a wave of her hand,

The golden lady casts a spell,

And the white gate swings open.

You follow behind her delicate footsteps,

And wander through the path of little trees.

The smell that envelops you now is divine,

And the colorful fruit are soft to the touch.

They float in pulsing orbs of purple,

Yellow,

Green,

And red,

And each one looks as equally tantalizing.

The lady turns to you with a smile and a raise of her eyebrows.

She tells you the fruit is almost ready to eat,

And to be patient now.

Tomorrow morning,

It will be the perfect breakfast.

As you round a corner of trees,

The sky opens up once again,

And you arrive at a large,

Grassy clearing,

Illuminated by the silver spotlight of the moon.

To your right,

A small waterfall trickles into a stream that runs past your feet.

In the middle of the clearing,

You see a collection of thick,

Elven blankets atop a carved stone bed of pure white.

With a gesture and a smile,

The golden lady encourages you to rest now.

She will watch over you tonight,

And her enchantments will heal your body,

Restore your energy,

And soothe your heart.

And just then,

She reveals a small glass vial in the shape of a small pear,

And glowing like a tiny moon.

The glass is engraved with ancient markings,

And inside is a pool of silver water.

Within this vial is the very first Light of the Elves.

It is a precious,

Precious thing,

Given only to those that are truly loved by her people,

And she would like you to have it as a token of your new friendship.

Let it be a light for you,

She adds,

When all other lights go out.

With thanks,

You take the vial from the lady.

It is cool to the touch,

And the glass glows with intensity.

You can feel the magic of the elves in the palm of your hand.

The lady whispers an old elvish prayer,

And the light begins to dim.

All you have to do,

She tells you,

Is speak her name into this vial,

And the light will appear once again.

You slip the vial into your pocket,

And thank her for her kindness tonight.

One final gift,

She adds,

And for the first time,

There is mischief in her eyes.

The golden lady reveals a tiny wooden box,

No bigger than your palm.

Engraved on the box is old elvish poetry.

You open the lid to reveal a small pile of brown soil,

Peppered with a silver glitter.

This is the soil from her orchard,

The lady explains.

It holds the magic of the first star.

Take this to your garden under the hill.

Sprinkle it over your crops,

And all that grows there will thrive for an eternity.

With a grateful heart,

You embrace the golden lady,

And she cradles your head in her hands,

Whispering words of comfort.

She reminds you that you are safe now,

And that you can leave your thoughts and worries behind.

Nothing can find you here,

And she will take good care of you tonight.

You thank her for inviting you to this wonderful place,

And tell her that you couldn't wish for a finer welcome.

She strokes your head gently,

And tells you that you are always welcome in the golden wood,

And in her orchard.

You know the way here now,

And you can come back any time,

She adds,

With a kiss on your forehead.

And with that,

You feel a magical heaviness begin to wash over you.

And suddenly,

It is difficult to keep your eyes open.

To your surprise,

The golden lady gently lifts you with ease,

And you feel the sensation of floating above the ground.

She carries you over to the enormous bed,

And places you down effortlessly.

You settle in now,

Among the soft fluffy cushions and the thick warm blankets.

In the next moment,

The great moon above begins to darken slightly,

As the glitter of starlight trickles down into the orchard.

The golden lady wanders to the waterfall,

And soaks a cloth under the silver water.

She kneels at the side of your bed,

And gently wipes your brow.

Your eyes become soft and heavy.

With every blink,

It is a struggle to keep them open.

At last,

You give yourself over to this beautiful sensation,

And your eyes gently close.

You feel the magic of the elves trickling across your head,

Down your face,

And through your entire body.

The stars begin their symphony once again,

And the golden lady watches over you now,

As you enter a state of complete comfort.

You are letting go of everything.

Your face softens.

Your neck relaxes,

Releasing any tension.

The muscles in your shoulders are letting go now,

Like a soft butter melting.

You feel your arms becoming heavier and heavier,

As you allow yourself to be free.

And to completely relax.

Your chest and your stomach are open,

And with every breath you take,

You feel yourself sinking just that bit deeper.

Your legs are softening as all of the muscles relax.

Your thighs,

Your calves,

And your knees are heavy now.

Your feet tingle with delight,

And a beautiful sensation envelops your toes.

Your entire body is in a state of complete comfort.

You are weightless and free.

Your mind is clearing now,

As you give yourself permission to let go of any remaining thoughts.

In this starlight sanctuary,

There is no need to think at all.

The lady of the wood is by your side,

And you are safe now.

You are guarded by old magic of the earth,

The trees,

And the stars.

And you allow yourself to be at one with this enchanted land,

As you reminisce on your wonderful adventure today.

You feel so lucky to have such beautiful new memories,

And you cannot help but smile at the thought of many more adventures to come.

You welcome the deep magic of sleep now,

As its powers begin to wash over you more and more.

This is your haven,

And your sanctuary.

The golden lady of the wood will watch over you tonight.

As you enter a world of dreams and journey across the stars.

You awaken very slowly from the most gentle dream,

A dream of elves and wizards,

Of long winding rivers and forests of gold.

And then,

As you open your eyes,

You realize that this was no dream.

Brief memories start to flick through your mind,

And you remember your journey here aboard a little rowboat,

Accompanied by your wizard.

As you entered this magical golden wood,

You were greeted by a chorus of singing elves,

Before at last being taken to the top of the tallest tree,

Where you had an audience with the lord and lady of the wood.

The last thing you remember before drifting off was being in the presence of the golden lady.

The golden lady herself,

Inside her sanctuary of peace,

And falling asleep underneath the breathtaking starlight kingdom.

And now,

The first light of the day has breathed life into the trees,

And in turn,

They have guided you back from the land of dreams,

And into their enchanting embrace once again.

As your eyes flick around the clearing,

You see that you are still inside the sanctuary of the golden lady,

Resting on your bed of white stone,

Adorned with handcrafted blankets and cushions that are filled with ancient magic.

The soft morning breeze is cool against your skin,

And the smell of oak,

Cedar,

And pine drifts through the air.

The sanctuary around you is filled with a morning mist that swirls in its own patterns above the ground,

And the first light of sunrise shines through the trees,

Piercing the mist and dancing through it,

Creating a wonderful shimmer of silver and gold.

Slowly now,

You sit up,

Still wrapped in the elven blankets.

They are smoother than silk and give off the faint smell of lavender and chamomile.

The sanctuary is still and silent,

As if the whole world is holding its breath,

Waiting for the new day to begin.

And there,

Emerging from the treeline,

You are met once again by the golden lady.

Her blue eyes shimmer,

And her smile puts your mind at ease.

Instantly,

You feel safe,

Protected,

And somehow even more connected to this place.

Enchanted earth.

Her palms hold two small golden orbs,

As if she has brought with her a little piece of the sunrise.

She steps silently through the clearing,

And her flowing white gown seems to glide atop the mist,

As if the lady herself is floating just above the ground.

As she arrives to meet you,

She brings her hands together and presents you with a small bottle made from the purest crystal.

Inside is a bright turquoise liquid as thin as water,

But pulsing with the most hypnotic golden glow.

This is the water of the first morning dew,

She tells you,

Bottled by our oldest apothecary.

The droplets are enchanted,

And they carry the magic of both the sun and the moon.

This water holds the power to heal and energize,

To soothe and surge,

To relax and rejuvenate,

And I give it to you now as a gift.

You hold the vial and uncork the top before drinking it down in one mouthful.

The water is cool and refreshing,

And as it fills your mouth,

You feel your tongue tingling.

You swallow,

And you feel this tingling sensation tracing down your throat,

Going through your chest and into the pit of your stomach.

Once there,

You feel it pulsing through your whole body.

The sensation moves down your arms and hands,

Across your legs and feet,

And up into the top of your head.

You inhale deeply now,

Just allowing all of these wonderful feelings to happen.

Then,

You smile and thank the lady for this incredible gift.

From the treeline now,

A familiar voice calls out,

Asking permission to enter.

Both you and the lady reply that they are welcome,

And you are met by the kind face of the elf captain,

The one who greeted you at the borders of the golden wood and who brought you to the top of the tallest tree.

He is clad in a silvery leather uniform and a long grey cloak with a longbow upon his back.

There is a kindness in his eyes,

But also a reserved strength.

He is one of the great protectors of this land.

The captain asks if you would follow him,

For he has something that he would like to share with you before you depart on the next leg of your adventure.

The lady of the wood helps you to your feet,

And you slip on your shoes,

Following behind the elf captain now.

The lady walks by your side and guides you to the edge of her sanctuary,

Where at last,

She turns to you with a smile.

This is where we part ways,

My dear friend.

You must promise to visit again,

For there is more feasting and festivity for us to share,

And I have so much more to teach you about our world and about the moon and the stars.

Please know that you are welcome here any time.

You share a warm embrace,

Telling the golden lady that it would be an honor to return one day.

And with that,

She bids you a fond farewell,

And you turn back to follow the captain once more.

You wind through a narrow pathway among the treetops,

A pathway that slowly spirals downwards towards the forest floor below.

You pass through a thin tunnel of golden leaves,

Where spotlights from the sunrise pierce through and a deep magical hum fills the air.

You feel as though you are being guided by the forest now,

Lifted up ever so slightly,

And carried deeper and deeper into the depths of the golden wood.

You can see the forest floor once again,

And very slowly,

You are lowered,

Until at last,

Your feet touch the soft bed of leaves,

And you have arrived.

The elf captain turns back to the tree now,

And kneels down,

Placing both of his palms on the trunk and whispering a faint elvish prayer.

It is a language you still do not understand,

But this passage in particular feels old,

Like an ancient dialect reserved only for the most sacred ceremonies.

And suddenly,

The roots of the tree begin to creak,

And the trunk stretches up and down very slowly,

And then,

Emerging from deep within the roots is a small,

Slender branch.

You watch in amazement as the elf captain continues his prayer,

And passes his hands over the branch,

Using a tiny tool between his fingers to work and shape it.

You are observing a master craftsman practicing a skill that has been passed down for thousands of years.

In the next moment,

He stands and turns to face you with his hands behind his back.

The elf captain smiles,

Thanking you for blessing his homeland with your presence.

He would like to offer you a parting gift.

He reveals his hands now,

And laid across his palms is a small wooden flute.

It is a blend of amber and gold,

And delicately carved with ancient runes along both sides.

This is the oldest instrument of our people,

The captain explains.

Many moons ago,

My ancestors awoke the golden wood with their songs,

And these flutes were the first gift they received from the trees.

I offer this one to you now.

You blow a single note,

And feel the beautiful vibration in your lips.

You have never played this instrument before,

And yet,

Emerging from the flute is the most soothing melody that you have ever heard.

It is a song that seems to sing to your very soul.

The captain tells you that this flute holds the ancient songs of the elves,

And whenever you play it,

No matter how far away,

The golden wood will sing with you,

And its power will guide your adventure and protect you from evil.

The elf bows low,

And you return the gesture,

Thanking him for this beautiful gift.

You shake hands,

And he places his other hand upon his heart.

Let the blessings of all the elves go with you,

Friend.

The captain's eyes flick to look behind you,

And he gives a subtle smile,

And then,

You feel a hand on your shoulder.

As you turn to look,

You are met by the gentle face of your old wizard,

Your most faithful companion of all.

He chuckles mischievously,

Observing how relaxed and at peace you look this morning.

You cannot help but join in with his infectious laughter,

And the wizard takes you in his arms,

Whispering just how wonderful it is to see you again.

He asks now if you are ready for the next chapter of your adventure,

And you can only smile.

Well,

That's very good,

He says,

Because there is somebody here that I would like you to meet.

You bid farewell to the elf captain,

And follow behind your wizard as he leads you back through the golden wood,

Where at last you arrive at the end of the river where you first disembarked.

Only,

Waiting for you now is a carriage pulled by two mighty stag,

Glistening with an ethereal gold dust.

And then,

Emerging silently from the bushes,

Is a cloaked figure,

Dressed in a green garb and leather armor,

A shimmering silver pendant around his neck.

He carries a small black bow,

And his boots are caked in mud.

He pulls back his hood to reveal a stern face,

With a heavy brow and black stubble.

And yet,

Hidden behind those proud,

Stoic features,

There is a softness,

And his presence seems to calm you down almost instantly.

This,

The wizard explains,

Is our newest companion,

A ranger from the distant lands in the north,

Descendant of the great kings of old,

And a very dear friend.

The ranger's eyes soften,

And a smile creeps across his face.

He kneels down to greet you,

Taking your hand in his.

Any friend of the wizard is a friend of mine,

He tells you.

His voice is calm,

Yet powerful.

His grip is strong,

But his eyes are kind and full of memory.

They carry wisdom,

Hope,

And resilience,

And already,

You feel as though you are in the presence of somebody very special,

Indeed.

The wizard announces it is time to depart,

For there is much to do,

And much to see.

The ranger helps you aboard the cart,

And jumps in next to you,

As your wizard takes the reins.

He gives a low whisper to the two stacks,

And at once,

You are on your way,

Weaving through the borders of the golden wood,

And returning once again to the world beyond.

As you leave the forest,

You look back to see the golden lady and the elf captain,

Both waving you off.

And through the air,

You hear them speak to you.

We will meet again,

Friend of the elves,

And when you return,

We shall bless this land with music,

Laughter,

And joy.

The gentle ride of the carriage lulls you into a deep relaxation,

And you know that there is still quite a journey before you will be out of the woods.

And so,

You allow your eyes to close,

And you simply enjoy the rocking of the carriage,

And the enchanting hum of the magical air.

You carry your flute on your lap,

And as the golden wood fades away,

You promise to always remember it.

You know now that you can always find your way back through the power of your flute,

And you know that there are many more wonderful times to be had in this land.

But right now,

A new adventure awaits,

And the world is ahead.

As you begin to wake up from a short rest,

You feel a new light on your eyelids,

And when you open them,

There is a new world stretched out before you.

The elven kingdom deep within the forest has faded into a beautiful memory,

And now a new adventure awaits.

You are sitting in the back of a large cart pulled by two enchanted stacks,

The last reminder of the golden wood,

And you are wrapped in a thick blanket placed over you by your newest companion,

The ranger.

At the front of the cart,

Still at the reins,

And humming one of his familiar happy tunes,

Is,

Of course,

Your wonderful wizard.

Outside,

The air is perfectly cool.

The sun is high in the sky now,

But covered by a layer of thick white cloud.

Occasionally,

Its golden beams seep through and create little spotlights on the eternal green landscape around you.

Eventually,

You arrive at a fork in the road,

And the wizard brings the cart to a stop,

Giving a low whistle.

You sit up,

Enjoy a nice big stretch before stepping out of the cart with the help of the ranger.

The wizard hops down from his perch with a surprising nimbleness,

Giving you a subtle wink as he lands.

This is where I leave you,

My friends,

For the time being,

At least.

There are urgent things a wizard must see to.

And then he brings you in for a warm embrace,

Telling you how proud he is of you,

And with a gesture to the ranger,

Reminds you that you are in the best company you could ask for.

And this is not the end of our adventures together,

He adds.

Look for my coming back to your homeland when autumn arrives.

Until then,

Be good.

And before you know it,

The wizard has climbed back up into the cart and is away.

You watch him slowly fade into the distance as the ranger stands behind you,

A comforting hand on your shoulder.

Silence follows.

A slight hesitation and uncertainty lingers in the air,

That is,

Until the ranger speaks.

Do not fear,

The wizard will return,

And for the time being,

He has asked me to be your keeper.

Will you join me?

You turn to your new companion with a smile and gesture for him to lead the way.

The ranger hands you a thick cloak,

Its enchantments will protect you from all the elements.

This way,

He says,

Tracing his fingertips through the meadow.

A storm is coming,

But I know a place we can take refuge for now.

You step off the beaten track and follow the ranger through the thick grass of the countryside meadow and down a shallow hill.

There are little white flowers all throughout this meadow,

And around the countryside there are single oak trees dotted along the horizon.

Your new cloak envelops you like a soft,

Soothing blanket,

And there is a warmth running through your body.

It pulses in your head,

Your neck,

And your shoulders.

It fills your chest and your stomach.

It trickles down your arms and hands,

Your legs and your feet,

Reaching all the way to your fingers and into the tips of your toes.

You walk side by side with your companion now,

And you begin to talk more comfortably.

He tells you that he is a ranger from the kingdoms in the north.

Many years ago,

Long before his time,

His ancestors were banished from this part of the world,

And they fled into exile to the north.

But now those lands have been ravished by war and neglect,

And so he has come back here at the request of the wizard in the hopes of rebuilding his name and his house and property.

Bringing peace to his people at last.

You notice that he has a soft glow about him,

Slightly ethereal,

And you ask him if he is in fact a descendant of the elves.

The ranger gives a subtle smile.

Not quite,

He admits.

I am bound to one by love,

He gestures to the shimmering silver pendant on his chest.

And it is true that my ancestors were blessed with long life,

And in turn so am I,

But I am still mortal.

Before you know it,

You have reached a new landscape entirely,

Where a thicket of brown and green bushes thrive.

They are dense with berries of different colors,

Glistening in purple,

Yellow,

Sapphire,

And crimson.

The ranger kneels down and offers you a small pouch,

Telling you which berries are safe to pick.

Leave the others for the birds,

He says,

And only take what you need.

You follow his lead,

Carefully picking the same berries and gradually filling your pouch.

You study the ranger's movements,

Learning all the time.

You shuffle on through the bushes and eat a few berries as you go,

Enjoying the sweet and sour variety.

There is a tartness on your tongue and the juice from the berries stains your fingertips.

You cannot help but chuckle as a big blueberry bursts in the palm of your hand,

And for the first time since your meeting,

You hear the ranger laugh.

It is a kingly laugh,

One that seems to echo across the whole land and fills your heart with hope and gladness.

Above,

You notice the clouds grow steadily darker with the promise of rainfall,

And your ranger turns to you with a gesture.

Quickly now,

You rise to your feet and follow behind his light and nimble footsteps,

Weaving through a small tunnel of trees.

The path creeps up a gentle hill,

And slowly,

You emerge into a large field filled with tall golden grass that blows in the breeze.

There are corn cockles and dandelions,

Bluebells,

Daisies,

Poppies,

And tansies.

And despite the gloomy sky above,

The landscape ahead is like a perfect palette of paint,

Swirling together in one enchanting dance of nature.

In the next moment,

You come to a narrow stream with silvery white rocks on each side.

The water is as smooth as silk and seems to glide effortlessly over the stone.

The ranger stops for a moment,

Kneels down,

And cups his hands in the stream,

Taking a few gulps of the fresh water.

You follow his lead,

And the cool,

Crisp water is refreshing and healing.

To your left,

A family of dragonflies hover along the banks of the stream.

Your ranger fills two small flasks with water,

And you continue on your journey,

Crossing over the stream and following a new path.

Your damp boots leave their mark on the track road that guides you now.

A distant thunder begins to murmur on the wind,

And a few specks of rain are tapping on your hood.

The ranger leads you around a corner,

And you arrive at a small,

Hollow cave tucked away on the hillside.

The entrance is hidden behind hanging moss and tall rocks.

Your companion gestures for you to follow,

And together you enter the cave,

Just as the heavens open and the rain starts to hammer down relentlessly.

Inside,

The cave is dry and warm,

But even so,

The ranger kneels down and begins to build a small fire with sticks and leaves from a small knapsack.

Sparks dance up like fireflies,

And before you know it,

A wonderful heat greets you,

And the cave is illuminated with a soft orange hue,

One that makes your eyes feel heavy and your body relaxed.

You put down your cloak and roll it into a pillow,

Basking in the warmth of the fire as you lie back,

Safe and sound in this little cave,

Protected by the ranger.

Before you know it,

You are met by a wave of tiredness and fatigue,

And are in much need of a nap.

Once the storm passes,

You can continue on your adventure,

But for now,

At least,

It is time to rest.

You ask the ranger if he can tell you a tale of these lands,

Something to ease your mind and drown out the noise of the encroaching storm that rolls through the valley.

Through the flames,

You see the ranger smile,

And he shuffles closer to you,

Placing his healing hand upon your forehead.

Long ago,

He says,

In an age before this one,

The trees used to speak,

Not just by creaking and groaning,

But through a deep,

Ancient language.

Their roots would connect to one another,

And over thousands of years,

They learned to talk,

To communicate,

And even move.

There are stories that tell of entire forests walking as one.

The trees had names,

Then,

And were shepherded by the oldest and wisest.

They even learned to sing in their own way,

And made songs for the moon and the stars,

Blessings for the rain and for the first morning light.

You listen to the story,

Enjoying all the little details,

And smiling peacefully as the fire crackles steadily.

Outside,

The thunder rolls on.

And in those times,

The ranger adds,

Fairies lived among the trees.

They had kingdoms that spread across entire forests,

And many of them would make their homes in the trunks of the trees.

They would use glowworms for lanterns,

Silk thread for curtains,

And the scales of pinecones for their little doors.

But,

One by one,

Over the years,

The trees began to fall asleep,

And entire forests descended into a deep slumber.

And so,

The fairies disappeared.

It is said that no mortal has ever seen a fairy,

And for that reason alone,

They simply do not exist,

And never did.

But I know different.

How do you know,

You ask the ranger?

Because I have seen them with my own eyes,

So has the wizard.

And perhaps one day,

If fate will allow,

We can take you there,

To the last kingdom of the fairies.

It is another world entirely,

Like nothing you have ever seen.

And what of the trees,

You ask?

Well,

In many of the woods,

If you're quiet,

Extremely quiet,

You might hear echoes of their ancient language drifting through the air.

The cracking of their roots,

The creaking of their trunks,

Their sighs on the wind.

The ranger's words fade now,

And you are left with the comforting crackle of the fire,

Enveloping you in warmth and heaviness.

Outside,

The storm rages on,

And rain slams against the hillside,

But here,

You are safe.

Gradually,

You allow the heaviness to take over,

And your eyes gently close.

The ground beneath you is soft and inviting.

Your cloak is the perfect pillow,

And the ranger places a small blanket over you,

Before settling down himself at the other side of the cave.

The stories of the trees and the fairies flick through your mind,

And you hope that one day,

Perhaps,

You might meet the fairies,

And sit in a silent forest to listen to the ancient language of the trees.

The power of sleep is taking over you,

And you give yourself final permission to surrender,

And to succumb to this beautiful feeling.

And,

In your sleep,

The fairies will sing to your soul,

And the trees will whisper to your dreams.

It is safe to rest now.

It is safe to rest now.

It is safe to rest now.

Reviews

I love, love, love, loved this! The story line is so imaginative along with calming and soothing. I went right to sleep. I'll have to listen during the day to hear the actual story!