The garden stretches out in all directions as far as the eye can see.  The sky is tinted with the deep violet blue of twilight, but to the west there is still faint traces of sunset hues.  The air is cool, but still pleasantly warm.  The feeling of magic clings to you and promises that anything could happen in this place where you find yourself.

A path extends through the endless sea of flowers.  Twisting and turning, it seems to weave its way towards the faint outline of something in the far distance.

To your right is a beaten path through the long grass.  Seated in a clearing at the end of this well-traveled path is a figure.  His face is tipped up towards the emerging stars, and he's speaking softly-- thinking out loud.

To your left you see another path that leads across a wooden bridge.  Upon the other side of the river is an island.  You can see the path leads up to a small dwelling.  The destination is much closer, but the journey will not take you through the main garden.

If you turn around, you find that behind you stands a full-length mirror.  Its glassy depths reflect back not your reflection, but a small room with many other mirrors upon its walls.  Did you pass through the mirror to enter this garden?  Should you return to the room and try to find your way home?