She passes through a wooden gate and finds herself in a new place. The gate is on a mountainside, made of ice, that shines in the sun. Despite the ice, the air isn't cold. The winds here are warm and light, and smell faintly of lotus blossoms, just like the air had smelled back at the temple where she'd first appeared in this place.
A trail leads up through a short pass, and from it is the sound of running water--a waterfall perhaps. The breeze pushes her towards the pass.
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A trail leads up through a short pass, and from it is the sound of running water--a waterfall perhaps. The breeze pushes her towards the pass.