"Sorrow´s sound, it swirls all about you dry fallen leaves that rise like a cloud time is a torch in a field of lost faces kissed by the mist, you kneel on the ground."
For the longest of time all Tecna knew was virtual...digital. Did a world without technology even exist? Until she ventured out of Zeinth she hadn't known one. Until she found her way--with the winx--to Limphia she'd never even heard of a realm completely free of technology. And strangely Tecna wanted to see more of the worlds without Technology. These thoughts were irrational, illogical she knew such, but she also knew that the greatest knowledge was achieved by acting upon curiosities. And she had acted upon these whims and ended up in a world very strange, littered with purple trunked trees twisting around one another so closely they almost formed a wall around the fairy. Mist seeped it's way through the tight spaces, crawling over the grass and coiling around the fairy. Tecna looked down at the strange glowing leaves (of a great many colors) beneath her feet. She wondered if maybe those were electronic. How else could they be glowing? How strange this part of Limphia was. Did the plant...