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The Travel was smooth, instantaneous, like blinking. I opened my eyes and found that we were in a forest. The ground was light in colour, and there were large open spaces between the trees. The trees reached high overhead, and their broad leaves covered the forest floor with an undulating pattern of light and shadow.
“I live in a forest?” I shook my head. “I have changed.”
“No…” Archer smiled. “Your home is this way.”
He set off at a light stroll and soon I could make out the path he was following. Trees curved around it here and there creating archways and clumps of forest flowers grew along its borders. I could hear birds singing in the trees.
“It’s so beautiful here.” I mused.
“You have great taste,” Archer called playfully over his shoulder.
We walked for maybe five
