Concept: You are draped across moss pillows. Fairies have braided and twined your hair with wildflowers. The air smells like damp earth and honey suckle. You feel pleasantly warm, a little drowsy perhaps.
The setting sun casts its last glowing rays through the trees; light and shadows dance across your face. The wind lovingly rustles the leaves of the canopy above. Far off in the distance you can hear a harp and flutes being played ever so gently.
You find you are smiling; you are safe here. Nothing can harm you here