A soft breeze carries the fragrance of lilacs down to a river’s edge. Along the pebble-strewn bank, soil crumbles loose and falls into the shallow waters, revealing scattering ants and the interwoven roots of willow trees. Wings as thin as tissue paper flutter beside feathered ones, both illuminated in afternoon sunlight. Beyond the river, a patchwork of fields stretch towards the horizon, no larger than a quilt to the mind’s eye, but farther than even imagination can reach. And to the creatures hidden in the rustling leaves, this landscape may seem infinite.