It was a beautiful night. Serene. The subtle, but radiant glow of the Tree of Voices sent soft purple rays cascading down on you.

You traversed through the lush bed of moss in awe, raking your fingers through every plant and flower you could reach, peals of laughter slipping through your lips. Eyes shining like the brightest stars.

Neteyam stayed a few ways behind you, arms crossed and a fond smile on his face as he watched you scamper about in your blissful daze. “Do you like it, syulang?”