[color=00a651]"We are at the source of my melody - Can you not hear it?"[/color]

”Yes, indeed... We can hear that, whatever it is.” Ofnir stood besides Aelin, looking around himself, then down at the ground, then up at the sky. He did not know what he was looking for, but he kept searching nonetheless with his squinting old eyes. A flock of birds flew above them. [i]Very strange... The first animals we see here.[/i] He figured the air above the oasis shared its eternal springtime. [i]Can it rain here?[/i] he asked himself, imagining a warm spring shower coming down from those high clouds.

”Curiously shaped trees, don't you all think?” he asked, pointing at them with his staff. The brown barks of the trees in front of them was on an almost imperceptibly higher ground, clear of all other tree growth. The thick trees went up and then curved towards each other to meet and intertwine in the air, forming a portal-like shape through which the wood on the other side was clearly seen. The sparse leaves that grew on the branches were silver on the underside and yellowish on the top side and they each shone in its peculiar way. There were only stones on the ground, but grass had grown over and through them many years ago. Still, to a keen eye, their flattened shapes gave a sketch of an old path leading to the center of the small clear area. The tune still went on from its unknown source. [i]As if the air played a song on itself,[/i] Ofnir thought.

”Hmmm.” He looked around once more and then went on towards the weird tree. A dozen or so steps he passed through the tree arch. Turning back, he saw his companions. ”Come here!” he said, observing the portal. ”This place is too...strange to be a accidental.” He looked up. ”Look. See how the leaves move as I speak. Each word makes them move in a certain pattern. When I stop, they swing slowly to this strange tune we're hearing. What make you of that?”