You find yourself opening a gate to a path that winds through a wheat field. Next to the dirt path, a row of Cupressus sempervirens stands tall. In the distance, you can see a house. You immediately pull back into reality and take in your surroundings. Then, you see yourself in that same place again, gently brushing your hand against the stalks.

Tu es in Elysio, quiesce facile bellator.