Bluebells in wooded area. Becomes a unicorn running in a field of goldenrod when the word Unicorn is clicked

The land rolls gently upwards as the narrow path winds its way deeper into the forest. Brilliant colors flit and flicker through the canopy high above and this movement is frequently accompanied by an assortment of whistles, chirps, and tweets. Occasionally the medley is joined by the sound of water tumbling merrily over round, mossy stones and fallen logs. As the path twists and turns, the sound is sometimes nearer, sometimes further away. After a time, the path comes abruptly to an end.....the Grove of the Unicorn!

amber stone