Soft flower petals scatter on the wind, creating a calming whirlwind of pinks, purples, blues, reds, yellows and oranges. Rue flowers, daisies and other wildflowers are planted, with lush green grass and vibrant mushrooms scattered between, a small stream runs through the south end of the valley, from the springs to the west.

Smooth, circular and oval shaped rocks litter a thin creek bed, west of the Meadows of Rue, leading down from a small spring, bubbling cool out in the sun, and as you follow its shoreline you find yourself in a spacious cave, where the spring narrows, then widens once more under a large dome, the walls light by glistening crystals that bounce of the water, which grows warmer here, the perfect place to go for a swim if you've got a chill.

Ascending into the clouds, these forested mountains stretch high up into the skies of heaven, their snowy peaks too cold and too high to reach, though there are rumours of a secluded group living there.

This is the centre of the small hamlet in the middle of Heaven, a huge, gleaming white structure with aspects of hundreds of cultures worth in architecture spiraling up to a large Mosque-like dome in the center. It's bustling but serene, and bursting with happiness.