You're walking alone the woods, not a care in the world. You notice a figure giving off a beam of light in the distance, but you can't tell what it is. You walk towards it, the closer you get, the lighter the figure becomes. Your now within arms reach of the figure, gazing upon its beauty in awe. The figure holds out its hand "come". The second your hands touch, your almost blinded by a bright white light, taking away all vision of your surroundings. "1....2....3...." The figure counts down. And on 3, you gaze upon the most beautiful sight you've ever seen. The forest you had remembered as just dead wood and dead grass, is now a colorful wonder. Everything is so perfect. This is euphoria. This is the world through the eyes of Irene.