Far beyond the bush weeds and cattails, past the mossy rock and cedar grove - there is a place only a few lucky souls can see.
A place where mushroom capped gnomes and butterfly winged faeries dance under the moonlight.
Smoke plumes from small pebble stacked chimneys as fireflies float about lighting the grove.
A magical place of whimsy, where the faeries play and the Treefolk root the woods.
The life force of the wild, the heart of the forest, hidden to most, but for those who know, the busy bodies are always working.