[His first step beyond is met with buffeting black wings, an eagle's cry of defiance, and the glow of sunlight (or is it moonlight bright enough to seem as though it's from the sun?) breaking through the mist.

The only marker that remains of those once-barren fields is a single pair of footprints, now almost faded, leading deeper. All else has been covered by a rich carpet of living cornflowers, stretching out as far as the senses reach, flowers and leaves swaying in a lingering, living breeze.]