Lost, she stumbles into what appears to be a garden. Tall grass swaying in the wind, lined with flowers carefully crafted with colourful fabric and thread.

These flowers aren't right… She thinks. The flowers appear as if they were quilted. Each thread sewn carefully in place holding the mystical bright patterns together. The whistle of the wind spins each flower in a circle, as if they are windmills. The garden breathes as if it has it's own life. It was a different world, a different place she had not been before. How did she get here?

The wind continues to rustle the foliage, creating a chiming sound as it hits each unique petal of the patch worked flowers. It could almost be comparable to the faint sound of a wind chime.

Zeraeh continues to walk forward, deeper into the garden. Her eyes bright with amazement of this new land. Carefully analyzing each flower in her new surroundings, she see's a tree in the near distance. The tree is bare, not a single leaf remains. Its length reaches up to what could be miles, the top branches lost in the fog overhead. The tree calls to Zeraeh deep within, she does not know why the tree is so intriguing, but she continues to walk towards it.

The beautiful patterns of the flowers begin to fade away to just a memory, her eyes remain focused on nothing but the tree. She continues to make her way towards it, faster, and faster, with every step she takes. There are only a few yards between her and the tree before she comes to a dead halt. The tree's bare beauty stands in front of her. The faint sunlight glistens across the dew on the cobwebs stretched among the branches. It's almost as if the beauty of this tree is singing, and singing just to her.

Zeraeh stands in awe, for what feels like years at the mysterious beauty of the ancient tree. Merely seconds have passed. Zeraeh smiles, with a slight sigh - only to be interrupted by a rolling dark fog stretching across the hills. She takes her attention off of the tree, watching the thick low fog set in. It moves across the garden quickly, covering the ground in darkness. Confused, Zeraeh continues to stand in place watching the fog circle around her. The fog has worked it's way around Zeraeh, and has consumed the beauty of the garden. She hears a cracking to her left. Her head quickly turns to the attention of the tree, it's previous beauty is shattering like a mirror, withering into a charbroiled, empty, frail mess of intertwined branches. She doesn't have time to think as she watches the world around her be consumed by darkness...