"In simple words, this Garden is a self-aware entity capable of thought and action. It's not precisely a living being but it's not an inanimate place either… it's a bit hard to explain in words but you get what I mean, right?"
Quhea led Arthur inside the Garden of Words while briefly explaining. In fact, this mystical place wasn't that big but its appearance was pretty unique, to say the least.
The small trees were totally made of folded yellow scrolls and the grass was thin white paper, as for the ground, it was snow-white and had countless words of hundreds, if not thousands of languages.
"The will of the two guardians at the entrance isn't the same as the Garden's will. Although they refused to let you enter, there may still be a chance for your questions to be answered, it's all up to destiny."
The woman walked with Arthur for barely one minute before stopping in front of a circular area shrouded by a wall of clustered paper acting like walls.