Li Bai was walking through a dense woodland which hid the sun with its canopy of leaves. Here and there, shafts of sunlight pierced the gloom, to look like towering columns of burnished bronze. Piles of lush leaves of the broad leaf red pine cover the forest floor, the air was filled with insects and birds flitting willy-nilly amongst the trees, each one adding to the cacophony of sound. He had been in the forest for four days and still it stretched on with no end in sight. The forest had an enchanted, eerie look, exaggerated by the shimmering heat. Along with the humidity, the uphill climb made breathing difficult. Upon gaining the top he paused for a rest and taking out his magic bottle he took a drink.