Leaving the stillness of the beach behind, almost reluctantly, the sand feels cool but not cold and a gradual slope brings your feet to a new terrain. Soft sand gives way to rustling grass, becoming with each step forward, more dense and wet with dew. Birds are still asleep but for a barred Owl, perched on a branch high up above. The air is thick and filled with the noise of countless nocturnal bugs, at times louder or quieter as you move between them. Now, the echoing call of frogs and the occasional splash of water suggest a large pond ahead, its black water invisible if not for the small ripples across its glassy surface telling of the increasing light of dawn.

Looking around you, the deep end of the pool, on your left, backs up to a vertical stone cliff, there is no going through that way. But on the other side, to your right, past two large boulders, its banks gently meet the rising ground, green with grass and dense with trees.