Wildflowers dot the landscape, which seems to stretch for miles. If you looked down at your feet, you would notice cornflowers, forget-me-nots, and daisies entwined around your ankles.
Something about this place tells you that the moon never shows his face here, and night time never graces these fields. The sun beams filter through billowing white clouds, and you wonder how these flowers get along without any rain.
In the distance, you see a stone castle, with turrets scraping the sky. The clouds seem to dance around the towers, and the sun prevents you from seeing it as clearly as you might if you were closer to it.
There are exits: