On the turning of a river, I found a beautiful mountain. Water was not deep rather clear. Small flowers are adjacent. They grow in small clusters on every branch. The branches were very deep and hard to find inside. The plants smell sweet and fragrant as they change color with sunlight and seem to feel no pain at all from being cut up by cutting them into pieces. So grains that you can hardly recognize it until long after its leaf is gone. One day when we came upon something strange there appeared one starry-eyed black owl standing over us while two others began flying about like cats away from him. Do you like to go there?