The enchanted forest called me into its beating heart. How could I resist the lush garden of Zeus. The deep haunting sound of its ancient song called out to me. As old as Eden the forest was still steeped in plushness and opulence.

I plunged into the wilderness. Vines hung down like severed limbs. It was not what I expected. The exquisiteness of the dawn light had not yet reached the dark, black forest. This resulted in hoods of black shadows hanging in the groves.

Coils of vaporous mist wrapped the shaggy heads of the oak trees. They writhed around them like conjurors milky smoke, sensuous sieves of mist caressed the lichen-encrusted bark. Adding its spectral gas to the damp breath of the forest, it glided with deadly intent.

Then a finger of supernal light poked through the misty mesh. It was followed by a whole loom of light, filtering down in seams of gold. Like the glow of gods, it chased the shadows, banished the gloom and spilled into spaces where the mist once stalked.

Now there were no shadows or darkness. It seemed like a place where there was no evil. White, lush mist hovered above the warm ground. Trees that once stalked you were now coated with different colours of holy fruit…it tasted better than mango and was sweeter than the ripest strawberry. What was that place? Was it heaven?