She breaks out of the trees and down a hill blanketed with blooming balsamroot and lupine. When she takes her eyes off her footing at last, her mouth drops open. “...Oh.”

A beautiful valley sprawls open before her, bordered by steep hills and cascading waterfalls. A huge mountain looms in the distance. Cradled in the middle of this rugged wilderness is a farm, albeit a strange one. Organically shaped terraces of grain flow downhill from a reservoir pond. A giant willow tree stands near a large garden spreads outward in an ornate radial design from a small building in the middle of a pool of wildflowers. Nearby, there’s a larger farmhouse tucked behind a chestnut tree. She stands gobsmacked, taking it in.