He took a deep breath of the cold, clean air. He inhaled through his nose. He could smell the fresh rain that was barely drizzling, along with the ethereal dirt, and the many tropical fruits that diffused their smells into the atmosphere.

He exhaled through his mouth, quietly and consistently. Making sure not to disrupt the calm, silence, and peacefulness of the environment. His eyes remained closed for a moment, preparing himself for the sight he's spent 5 months trekking across countries of grassy fields, and rocky mountains to see.

At last, he felt himself worthy to behold the glorious masterpiece of Mother Nature. He slowly opened his eyes, so the Sun did not burn his eyes. After a moment of adjusting to the lighting, the Sun allowed him to view, and his eyes widened, and his jaw opened slightly.

The Sky was a bright baby blue. It was lined with industrial white stratus clouds. They were like tire marks that skidded all the way to the horizon, and beyond.

In front of him, was a bridge. Not a big beautifully man-made bridge. Although it was man-made, it was so old, rickety, and broken down, Earth has slowly started taking over. Vines entwined around the moist rope-railing. Many of the floorboards have fallen into the 70-foot deep ditch underneath.

He peered down over the grassy cliff into the clear, cyan spring Water, that flowed west. He could hear the echo of the trickling water travel up the trench walls. It resonated with a medium frequency. Part of Mother Natures song. It was the acoustic. He began to hear the rest of the song. The wind blew past his ears, allowing him to hear the violin. The hundreds of forest birds and animals consisted of the flutes. It was a relaxing song, missing only sorrow.

His eyes looked up to the railings again, he eyed the bridge all the way across to the towering cliffs and high plateaus. They were grand, and ancient like that of the Messianic Age. In the middle broke out, a tall waterfall. Crystal Water came crashing down on the Earth rocks, and into the river below. There was the deep frequency. He could hear it more clearly now. It was louder than ever. His eyes traveled up the waterfall to find its source, just to meet a structure.

A building. Off-white. The same shade as a bone. It was a a beautiful castle. It fit perfectly in between the mountainous Earth. It wasn't too showy, just enough to compliment Earths already natural beauty.

That was it. His final destination. He had stared so long he had forgot it was all real. It was so breathtaking, he had momentarily spiraled into a feeling of fantasy. Once he had recognized he had to get back to his mission. He began his final journey, to the Zōge no kyūden, or, the Ivory Palace.