It was like a ritual now. Every night at 10:30 sharp, she would walk out of her house and down an alley. Cautiously she would cross the road and enter her garden of paradise and tranquillity.

By day, it was just a kids playground, but at night, when she came, it was transformed into something more.

Slowly she would walk down the gravel pathway lined with trees. The light of the laps on them, made the trees look like guardians. The branches at first glance looked very threatening, but as soon as you took a closer look, you would see nothing but beauty. Eerie, but non the less overwhelmingly splendid.

She walked, occasionally stopping to assess the exceptional magnificence of the leaves rustling in the slight wind. The colours changing continually, as the...