You are standing in a garden.

above your head shines a bright star

on your left is a tangle of quartz

before you is a roaring pillar of fire

your breath is strong and steady and chattering birdsong fills your ears

behind you is a wispy cloud, wreathing a high rainbow-haloed cliff

on your right is a burbling tumble of clear water

your bare feet are rooted in soft moss

far on the horizon lay the ruins of a distant city