With intense thicket on both sides, the path disappears into ages-old trees with exposed roots to greet visitors. Instinctively we led a new direction, almost seemingly the exact same direction we had just been travelling. Trekking over the lifelines of ages previous, a clearing is revealed by sifting through the bony limbs of the woodland residents. Wading through the irridescent mist surrounding the gap in the thicket, stands a single meloncholy tree, in the exact centre. Fairly smooth in texture, a small river seems bourne out of the tangled root formation at the foothold of the tree. Closer inspection of the arbour reveals intense detail and scope to the relatively undersized tree. Whilst the serene stream flows naturally in a surreptitious manner, it travels off to some unknown destination, deep into the adjacent forest. Looking through that irridescent mist, warm rays of sun rain down and bathe the oasis; and we knew we never wanted to leave.

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