>Savor the odor and continue into the light.
> You allow the scent to wash over you, and you continue on through the tunnel.
> Emerging, you find yourself half-blinded by light. As your eyes adjust, you find yourself surrounded by branches still fresh with their summer leaves. The ground slopes and forms a set of stone stairs that lead down into the grassy beyond. For miles you see forest, and a bright sky. Clouds roll on at a pace much faster than the slow wind rustling your dress. The smell of ginger has faded to a much less noticeable intensity, such that you'd have to be really paying attention.
> Although it's day, you see stars twinkling in the bright blue sky. The clouds, too, look more like something out of a storybook.
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