The path seems to be the same as before, no fresh tracks, but the plants stay clear. The forest never seems to get any darker, even though the canopy is thick. After walking for a good part of the morning, you come around a corner and the sound of water, like a brook, can be heard and ahead the path opens up and is in full sun.
As you come out of the path and into the clearing, your breath is taken away. The meadow has about three dozen or so small houses in it and one larger building in the center. The houses are made from willow trees that have been bent and shaped to form the ceiling and walls and the leaves have filled in the spaces. There are openings for windows, but no glass. The doors are made from live willows too. The houses are a piece of art in themselves.
The bigger building is the masterpiece though. It is made in the same fashion as the other smaller ones, but has a myriad of colors on it too. Weaved along with the willows are flowers of every shape, size, and color. The window frames and the entire door are made out of some vines that looks like pure silver. The roof is made of what appears to be platinum colored pine cones and the dew on it glistens in the late morning sun.
This place looks like a paradise by all means, until you look past the houses. Behind the houses are what look to be gardens and storehouses. The gardens are filled with weeds and dead plants. The storehouses are empty and in disrepair. The brook had some areas that it looked like were at one time little diversions that went to small ponds, but they are clogged and the water dried up or stagnant. In the center of the meadow is a single tree, it's bark is gray and green from the moss covering it. The branches look split and it appears to be almost dead. One branch is still barely living and has one platinum leaf still growing on it.
The air is thick here and it isn't as welcoming as the last clearing you stopped in.