The large lake that sat in the middle of the Forest of Time was calm, a deathly calm, as a tune took up, an eroma in the air. A red light shined off and on in the center of the deep lake, visible all around, no matter how murky and deep and large the lake and water were. Nothing moved, no birds chirped, but the tune continued, a slow paced flute. And then it stopped, like it always did. And then the red light was gone. Again.