A mystical place like a dream. Some the natives aren’t to keen. Like an Alice in wonderland theme. I hope there is no evil Queen. Creatures and giant flowers all around. On my stroll on trail I tore my cloak. Took a nap under tree, and sound. The next morning I woke up soaked. I met a white rabbit on the run. Sitting down I watched some dancing flowers. I drank tea mad hatter, in the end it was quiet fun. Walking farther down the trail I seen a giant tower. I must have been tired dead. When I woke I was on my head.