Spirits roam this land. The greenish-blue sparkling water swirled around, particles shimmering with the sunlight. The wind seemed to drape over this land like a cloak. It scampered through, bounding up and down, curving and slicing through the air, on a wild adventure. Trees had leaves of 3D polka dots. You could fall through them, and they would encompass you with their soft and quite fluffy texture. The rocks were sturdy and ancient. Echoes were engraved in it, and only a few could read it. The ones whose souls truly belonged beyond where they were, to someday float among the spirits here. Spirits roam this land.