Ancient pines breathe unspoken wisdom through the hill-mists by the sea. The sun traces golden fingers through the forest, digits stroking a lover's hair, and these flashes of warmth spill over you as you trip the grey gravel path. Everything lives, from the sky to the trees to the burning muscles in your legs. Hours have passed and you have hours to go.

A break in the woods reveals a shard of the sea, distant, glistening. The sky, the sea, the mountain, the forest. All four gathered eternally to greet you.

Your soul awakens here, is nurtured. To tear it away would be to repeat injury.