Creek

The fountain of immortal Amrit flew copiously. It was a lush garden full of blooming flowers which would glow under canopy of starlight. Birds of different genre abode. Ice cold water run down the stream from mighty mountains. The spirit of stars reside in the pebbles. It was a celestial music and a center of repose for weary soul. Here and there occasional sighting of mysterious creature made creek sanctuary for everything humanly possible. Every epoch time lapsed but the vitality of it remain as pure and as fresh as dawn of living kind. But creek wasn't the ultimate recuperation for anything. It was a dawn.

As simple as that. It was a dawn and threshold to world beyond.