Wysteria travlled down the yellowy sand, her paces quickening. Slowly, the sand became whiter then ever before, and the sky a bright robins egg blue with fluffy white clouds dotted here and there. The ocean gently washed up onto the shore, the cerulean water washing up against her feet. She looked around at the beach, its beauty un-comparable, un-matchable. It was neatly hidden away from the rest of the world, what with the many hills blocking off the rest of the island to some extent. The forest, which was several long stride away from the shore, looked lush and fertile, the cooling breeze rustling the leaves that provided shade.