The surroundings were filled with celebration. Melodious songs, filled with relief and hope, drifted from the beautifully crafted living dwellings woven seamlessly from branch and vine.
Tiny, iridescent sprites, like scattered jewels of light, darted and danced through the air above, their wings creating a soft, magical hum.
Everywhere, flowers bloomed in a riot of colour, their sweet perfume mingling with the scent of damp earth and lush foliage.
Green grass formed a soft carpet underfoot, and countless butterflies, their wings painted in dazzling patterns, fluttered lazily between the blossoms.
Surveying the scene, the breathtaking beauty, the palpable peace, the sheer life brimming around him, Renjiro felt a profound sense of contentment settle deep within his chest.
To call his territory a paradise was no exaggeration.
Night had settled over the land.
