A landscape of beauty

The green field seems gorgeous; a lovely, fresh scent that neither overpowers nor unstates the colourful flowers which pepper the landscape.

For a second, and just for a second... the smell of the field seems oddly reminiscant of the smell of that strange red book, the scent that managed to make you slightly horny before that ragged she-demon appeared and whisked you off to this land.

In the distance and to the north gentle foothills rise. Far away on the horizon you can make out the unmistakeable shape of a windmill and its gently turning blades. To the south, behind you, the green field seems to stretch on forever as it does to the east. To the west, however, the field seems to roll down hill and towards a thick forest or woodland.

The sky is clear, bright and blue and there does not seem to be a cloud in sight. The weather is warm if slightly humid. Overhead birds circle and dive, chasing the insects that gather around the flowers.

It might be your imagination but is that laughter you can just about hear? Laughter, perhaps male and female, which seems to be coming from the trees to the west?