You stand in a wide clearing, trees with falling cherry blossoms all around you. Ten steps ahead, you see a glimmering glass ball on top of a mossy stone pillar. What looks like different names and wayward letters swirl around inside the ball.
What do you see?
The little celandine reflects its' yellow light on the walls of the den she never left.
Nurturing yet dignified, the teacher stands atop a misty cliff.
A wistful viper under the full moon, leaving behind a bloodied trail.
A pink primrose lost in a snowy field, surrounded by flowers of every kind.
Sweet as sugar, the young child plays among her favourite leaves, peonies growing in her wake.
A happy vixen rolling in a field of flowers, what resembles a mischievous grin plastered on her face.
Though the air is frozen at every turn, their heart remains three times bigger.