The Valley

 Three birds flew through the air fluttering around an ancient statue before one of them went back to its nest in the statue's monstrous mouth and fed its chicks. The other birds continued to fly around and chase each other until it started to rain lightly in the valley, refreshing all the plants that lay hidden underground waiting for the right moment to sprout as well as the dense forests that lay at the edge of the valley.

The little birds fluttered home to their nests inside an old wooden hut where more of the statues stood, it looked like they were in the middle of something important but got frozen in time. In one of the dense forests a boar sniffed the ground trying to find itself a meal amongst the giant trees and their wide branches. It passed a statue that has one of the trees grown around it. This one was kneeling with its eyes closed and its hands together as if it was beckoning someone to come and free it.

The boar spotted its meal, a group of mushrooms hidden under the roots of an old gnarly oak. He started digging them out as the rain began to fall and he noticed a squirrel running around frantically as it gathered acorns and carried them away into its hollow up the ancient tree. The boar trotted away from the oak taking a mental note of its location as it walked away into the shadows of the trees as the rain finally managed to squirm its way through the dense canopy of fresh green leaves.

A herd of horses galloped across the open fields frolicking in the light rain and enjoying the fun with their foals.