Gentle light lands on the countryside. You can feel the wind brushing past your palms, and breathe in the scent of nature.

The sun shines brightly still. You lift a hand over your head and peer through your fingers at the sun.

You count your breaths as you heave in slowly, breath by breath.

However, a loud shout disturbs your peace and quiet as a little girl with golden hair dashes towards you. In a frenzy, you stepped back and tripped on a root.