A cool breeze kisses your cheeks, while you walk. You look at the forget me nots trying to catch your attention. A magical mist circles around you, It smells of tuberose and evening dew. As you continue strolling, the mist still follows you. The Trees were towering overhead, they were marvelous. Each pine needle had a Spectacular droplet of crystal hanging from them. The forest is elegant in its dark and glittery ways.

You see love-in-a-mists in a gloomy clearing. The mist starts whirling, displaying graceful twirls. The mist's scent is of tuberose and lily of the valley. The vapor seems to be coming from the flowers. The surreal scene seems to be a dream, but these days you can't even tell. You finally notice the foxgloves beckoning for you to go into the tranquil clearing. You hesitantly go into the clearing, Careful not to disturb the peace. A delightful serenity washes over you, for you have traveled a long way. You lay in the extravagant flowers and take your final rest.