A simple walk through the woods. That's what it was supposed to be. Nothing more, nothing less. But fate has a way of making the unexpected happen. All had I begun as planned. John walked through the trees, soaking in the sun. He listened to the birds chirping above him. The rivers bubbled and rushed on its way. The grass smelled fresh, as if a rain had passed through. But then he heard it. A voice. A song. As he listened he began to cry. It was beautiful, caressing it's way into his very soul. He began to run, searching for the source of this enchanting music that made him feel like he had found something he lost long ago. He crashed and stumbled his way...