The most mundane and simple things now satisfy her the most.
The sound of the nightingale prevails when she arrives back home. Warm hues on the horizon and fresh air that bring the smell of wet soil. Trees reach the clouds and on the ground, a blanket of leaves covers the scenery. The sound of a rooster wakes her up now and everything is more peaceful. The land is hard work but has rewards, everything tastes different, everything has a true flavor. Reconnecting herself with nature, her true identity flourishes. She starts to remember how the days went by when she was a child and a beautiful nostalgia overwhelms her. The world moves at a different speed here, winter began and the days have become colder. Sitting with a book by the chimney another world opens and she travels whilst magic arises, everything seems possible. Before going to bed she sees the whole constellations exactly like in the past and perhaps like in the future.