Eden

A shoot of sunlight blinds you next moment. Rubbing your eyes by instinct, you find yourself before a door left ajar with pot-planted little trees on either side of it. Looking about, you start to realize that you're in some half-forgotten village acoast the fresh mountain stream.

Oblivious to the anxious, nagging feel of something lost during your long journey, you adjust your backpack boldly and step across the threshold inside a little brick house with walls being covered with dry herbs and inflorescences.

The corridor has clearly distinguishable flavor of spices and ether oils. Going a little further, on a fluffy intricate carpet you see the creature, bent over the copybook writing something in it passionately, unaware of the guest. Its ear twitches when you let out a deafly heard cough. With a glint of a heavy golden necklace in the setting sun, it turns to you with surprise. This very moment you note a quiet, as if distant, sea tide splashing its water, realizing the next moment it's pasque-flowers floating inside a ram's huge horns, heaving of his sudden move.

"Good evening". Seems like he's not too glad to see you but does his best to show blandness. "Another traveler?.."