Past the caern there were all manner of magical places, inviting and encouraging you to stay longer, lay here, sleep for a while. Rip Van Winkle probably had the same things echoing through his head, the spell of the forest drawing you into its embrace.

I just couldn't help it, I liked how the trunks draw you towards the base...drawing you in like some sort of mossy tentacle or proton beam...don't cross the streams!

Spring is here at last! I had to post something relevant. :)