The trees are thinning out, though only temporarily. The path has brought them to a large cleaning, perhaps fifty or so yards across.

They will arrive just in time to see Amy vanish back into the trees on the far side it it.

At the center of the clearing is a single massive tree with golden leaves.

While the rest of the trees in these woods are utterly still, the leaves of this one are moving faintly, as if it is caught in a breeze no one else can feel.