The young warrior of a slumbery stands on a tall grassy plain, surrounded by large trees. She wears a long, flowing sword with the words "Yinden" written in bold, cursive letters. The sun shines down on her, casting a warm glow on her face as she meditates, her breath tapping on the ground. The air is thick with the scent of roses and pine needles, as a gentle breeze rustles the leaves. A child in a flowing red dress and flowing white jeans sits in the center, listening intently to the gentle sound of the meditation.