As you walk along a smooth-worn flagstone passageway, you become increasingly aware of a pleasantly cool breeze blowing against your face. The distant rustle of leaves and faintly heard crash of waves against a shoreline sooths on the uttermost fringes of your awareness, growing until the timeless symphony of wind and wave fills the passageway.

You emerge from the passageway to find a meandering path of well-worn stepping stones bordered by tangled undergrowth. The path continues through an arched entryway in a wall of various sized rounded river-stones.