The rider and the goose set out at the first lights of dawn. Their body still carries the stifled weight of night dreams, but the air is chilled and pushes them both to uncompromised clarity. The water of the lake is a liquid mirror, eager to maintain its stillness: they chose it precisely because they want to leave no trace. Something inside of them is telling them this is going to be a long journey...

By the time they got to the other side of the Ohk Sul lake, the rider and the goose knew it was time to pick up the pace. Preparing its wings for take off, with one confident flex of its legs, the goose took flight: it quickly aligned to the push of a warm current blowing from south east, swifting upwards. The warmth of the sun was now reaching the canyon rocks and waking them up from the nightly dowsiness, the oniric mist that covered them like a blanket evaporated – like a scared ghost shying away from the stare of an angry deity. They glided peacefully as they gazed at the majestic valley beneath them. It was a good day to start an adventure.

After a full day of uninterrupted flying through the rocky canyons of Uluk Mer and the Taryadyna Valley, the rider and the goose gently descended back to the ground. Everything seemed much bigger now that they were back on floor level: the towering sequoias which looked like fluffy cottons sticks from above, were now surrounding them with solemnity and a somewhat menacing air of superiority. The darkness was creeping wily but without rush, and they decided they wanted to make some more progress on their journey before stopping for the night. After all, the glowing colours of the sunset were a spectacle not to be missed in these lands.