"Airik'lav took the opportunity to enjoy one of her preferred walks, running free through the valley of wheat, which would have just been harvested by the beginning of winter; in that open field, she could see where her steps were headed, even if it wasn't necessary because she knew the way by heart. His first stop was out of habit when she reached the banks of the Regueiro de Riazón river, just a few minutes from the town. Then she would continue walking at a steady pace along the riverbed, letting herself be carried away by the sound of the current, to find herself after a while face to face with one of the beings she adored: that pompous, distinguished and romantic weeping willow, which rose imposingly next to a peaceful lagoon, where the river ended its journey..."