In seclusion in a peaceful countryside town nestled amidst green fields, there existed an Eden, untouched by the tumult of real life. They respected a sacred place where they heard laughter echoing down cobblestone paths and flowing water was as gentle as kindness. This became a safe haven for them as they established close bonds with members within their tribes during such difficult times. They consulted the gods under the ancient oak trees, children played in green meadows, and the neighbours helped each other whether it was raining or shinning. It was not really a safe place but still they spoke of safe places and wove their own tapestry of security into a yarn.