In the midst of a lush green forest, the leaves on its trunk sparkle in the sunlight, melting gently with each step. At its center of the luz del salt nacient, the ojos gently lean back and forth, their eyes wide with gratitude. The air is filled with the deafening sound of babbling brooks, as if the sun has brought a home to be found. This mystical scene is all to the brim with the sound of rustling leaves and the gentle rustling of leaves.