Once upon a time, a very beautiful woman barge in the forest of Dzenkaku the only place where she could pick the Fire lilies Flower, one of her favorite flowers. The teak-brown forest was a woody heaven. The ancient trees stretched away from the crinkly floor, they are like a castles of the wood, hoary fortresses and stood proudly. The woman happily crosses the ocean of green grass, she wears a morning smiles when she heard scurrying squirrels searching for food under bristles of wispy moss. Hares were scampering away from up ahead of her. The woman chuckled in amusement. The simpering wind carried a fragrance with it. It was spirit refreshing to smell the mulchy mix of the forest’s perfume.
The further she went, the more mystical and spellbinding it became. Huge roots spread-eagled the g
