"Whispers of the Enchanted"

I wake up in the middle of a forest. The air is cool and pure. A mist hangs between the trees as if someone has draped light white silk curtains. Beneath my feet is soft moss. It glows with a gentle green light with each step I take. I listen closely and hear a faint ringing, reminiscent of tiny glass droplets. I approach the source of the sound and see a stream. But the water is not clear; it is golden. It flows slowly, as if it is being lazy. I lean down, scoop some up in my palm, and taste it. The flavor reminds me of warm tea with mint. I walk along the stream and notice a bridge. It is woven from branches and glowing beetles, which sit calmly as if they know their purpose. I step onto the bridge and immediately feel a lightness in my body. On the other side, the forest becomes brighter. The trees are taller. The leaves are of different colors. Suddenly, one leaf falls into my hand. And as soon as I touch it, it transforms into a small bird. It looks at me with shining eyes and perches on my shoulder. I continue walking, and the bird sings softly. After a few steps, the forest opens up into a vast clearing. In the center stands a lake. The water is black, but not frightening. It reflects a sky that is not above. It is purple, sparkling, as if someone has scattered thousands of tiny stars. I sit by the water and touch the surface. The water becomes clear, and I see an entire city beneath me. Lights, streets, moving shadows of people. The city looks up at me from below, and I look down at it from above. At that moment, the bird on my shoulder turns back into a leaf and falls into the water. Ripples spread out, and everything disappears. Only a pleasant feeling remains, that I have seen something important, but I do not yet understand what it is.