You walk along the creek bed for what seems like miles. In this world, it could go on forever, but you have to stop eventually. The spot you decide on to rest is a large clearing near a wide cave mouth, the water of the stream running down into it. The gerden seems to fade into a dense forest to the south, while to the opposite side is nothing but an expansive field of multicolored leaves. You stop and rest at the stream for several minutes, but you know you need to keep moving; Dream's garden can't be the safest place to loiter.