Alice in the Park – Ant Valley and Mushroom Valley. Transitions.

And now it was time to choose where to go. Another module was ending.

Alice in the Park – to Mushroom Valley

Alice was making up her mind. She would go to Mushroom Valley. There were magical, enormous mushrooms there. Beautiful and large. Alice knew it. It was as if she had been in a dream and had seen this place before. But she had long forgotten about it. Large mushrooms. With red caps. It was a beautiful sight for the eyes.

Alice would walk there and gaze at these colorful caps. It was beautiful. That's how Alice imagined this place. Fabulously beautiful. And she was already heading towards Mushroom Valley. For now, the forest was ordinary. Dark. And dense. And probably soon there would be something else. Alice couldn't remember the details. Maybe she had never been there. Or even in a dream.

Alice walked. Along the path. Black earth. Leaves. Trees. And grass growing. There are no mushrooms in sight yet. And she's even curious about what it will look like. Alice will see it soon. Mushroom Valley. An interesting choice. You walk and wait to see what happens next. Large caps will soon appear. And they will be red mushrooms. White mushrooms. With black, white, and red spots. Like in fairy tale pictures. Alice loved reading fairy tales as a child. But now she's grown up and stopped reading them. Now she thinks she was very wrong about that.

Soon there will be something new for the eyes. And there will be somewhere to walk again. The forest will probably end soon. And give way to something else.

Alice in the park – to the ant village

Alice has made a decision. And she will go to the ant village. She's seen them before. And they're quite nice, even. They must have a whole village there. Little houses. Gray or brown ones made of branches. They stand on legs. And ants walk along the ladders. That's how she imagined it. As if she knew it would all be like this.

She had already started walking. And left the sign behind. There was nothing new in sight yet. Black earth. For excellent growth of flowers and plants. Lots of tall trees. Grass. Tall, too. Where there are fewer trees. And more light penetrates.

She'll probably see something. When she gets closer to the ant village. And for now, she just needs to keep going. And what interesting wooden houses they must have. Just like fairy-tale houses on legs. So it seemed to Alice. He couldn't know. But she thought she was sure of it. But she didn't understand how she knew.

She must have seen artists' illustrations of fairy tales. And that's where she got it. Probably. Nothing can be said for sure. One thing is certain – she's met ants before. They're cheerful. And quite friendly. It's worth heading in their direction. And there she can ask or find out something else about this land. How she ended up in a fairy tale. And what to do next – it's not clear yet. Just keep going. She needs to find out something. There will definitely be someone to ask there.