In the trickle of dew accumulating along the vines stood the solemn figure tall, mesmerized by light playing among the leaves of the branches high under sky stricken pink and orange, with streams of gray-white clouds rolling and unfolding. For a moment all was still and then a sudden splash, a crack of a branch and the figure had leapt into the stream snaking its way across the dense jungle, occasionally widening to the size of a smaller lake. A fast swimmer, this figure with thick long dark brown hair and a blue green cloth wrapped around its torso quickly approached the border of the jungle opening up to a grassy plain strewn with daffodils, peonies and poppies. Carrying a bag of some sort, this tall woman with strong legs, now sprint over the hills, scattering wild horses and sheep as she pass them by, securely tracing a path only visible in her mind.
In the horizon, behind four flowery hills rise an enormous tree, oak-like in shape but with gleaming colorful crystals among its branches. Below the hills a lake system lies with lily ponds and leaping fish.
The woman also leaps, across a narrowing at least seven meters across, quickly continues up the slopes and into a crevasse of a cave. Not a natural one, or at least only partly so, this reeks of old ruin blended with something recent and fresh as if renovated.
Meeting a man in a hood, a fleeting moment of words and the container exchanging hands. Wasting no time, the bare-feet woman trips up a spiral staircase into a large long hall with face-like illuminated formations for openings on each end and frescoes of landscapes in contrasting direct and reflected light respectively on opposite walls.
Out of the hall, a balcony reveals the majestic tree in full, at least a hundred meters both tall and wide. Taking no heed to the scene, Azu outlines an overview of the day’s explored areas onto a map on the wall with colored charcoal.