[ Sand gives way to a lush rainforest, as they travel down a path from the beach/Cloud-Dwelling Garden to the Vale. A constant chorus of birdsong fills the space, with its singers freely flying in the "sky" and flitting between the trees. ]

I've been here for three months, two weeks, one day, twelve hours and six— now, seven minutes.

[ Following the rush of a river, they arrive at a small cafe. The decor keeps it cohesive with the natural setting, and some of the birds are bold enough to perch on the chairs and tables. ]

What would you like?