As we began nearing what I assumed was their camp, I could already sense that we were close. I started hearing more sounds—voices, laughter, and the unmistakable sound of children playing. It was nothing like what I had anticipated.
When we stepped out of the dense treeline, I finally caught sight of their home. It was breathtaking—like something out of a fantasy. There weren’t any conventional houses, but the people there appeared content, gathered around a lake fed by a cascading waterfall. Flowers I had never encountered before decorated the area, some even seeming to move as if they were alive. Towering trees formed a natural canopy, their branches arching high above us, allowing rays of sunlight to spill through wherever they could. The entire scene was so enchanting that I found mys
