[ WP ] Describe a magical place . No story , just the scene .

It was not that any of it was extravagant. It just *felt* so. A more cynical pair of eyes would see just a clearing in a forest, with a carved waterfall welcoming visitors to a dusty memorial. But those more attuned to the nature of the glade would listen to the poetry it was trying to impart. The trees around you seemed to cast sheets of tiny, shimmering leaves down to the ground, giving the feeling that even the backdrop to this scene was as vibrant and alive as you were. A steep path wound upwards toward the temple, and cradled in its curve was the waterfall; its top was sheared off to a sharp corner, the water at the top seeming not so much as falling as just appearing. A little ways back from the waterfall ’ s top, the temple stood, barely visible through the thicket of dark green foliage that obscured it. It was old, white stone, more of a gazebo than a complete building. It was a place secured for the sincere devotion of one. 
 
 It began to rain, but you only knew it from the sound. A crackling came to life as the droplets struck the glade ’ s canopy, where they rolled down and off to the side. A drip began around the glade ’ s perimeter, adding another layer of insulation from any semblance of the outside world. You looked up, and at that moment, a crystal clear orb of water dripped down from the ceiling, and shattered its warmth upon your face. It seemed almost a shame to put your own presence into the canon of this magical place, put the regret was only offset by your own desire to experience it further. You look up at the temple, and begin your walk. 

