You are standing in the middle of the sacred glades, where the citizens of Midgaard come to celebrate the spring, where farmers give thanks for bountiful harvest in the fall, and where lovers stroll in summer. You feel seasons of remembered happiness and joy taking Your sorrows and worries away from You, leaving You calm and invigorated, ready for the world. Paths lead into the holy grove to the east, north and west, while to the south a wide, sunny field slopes down to a sparkling lake. Above you is a strange shimmering, almost like something from another world....