The clouds are bright overhead, and the wind calm and slightly cool. There is a path made of white-painted wooden boards, with a sturdy wooden railing on both sides. Off one side a whole lot of water can be seen. Ocean, or a large lake. And a steep drop to the smooth rocks below. On the other side of the path is a slice of forest-garden, a mixture of tall fruiting trees, shorter bushes full of berries, and small plants that might be root vegetables or grains. All in full bloom and looking - and smelling - delicious. Voices chatter faintly from within the garden.