"Sorrow´s sound, it swirls all about wewe dry fallen leaves that rise like a wingu time is a torch in a field of Lost faces kissed kwa the mist, wewe kneel on the ground."

For the longest of time all Tecna knew was virtual...digital. Did a world without technology even exist? Until she ventured out of Zeinth she hadn't known one. Until she found her way--with the winx--to Limphia she'd never even heard of a realm completely free of technology. And strangely Tecna wanted to see zaidi of the worlds without Technology. These thoughts were irrational, illogical she knew such, but she also knew that the greatest knowledge was achieved kwa uigizaji upon curiosities. And she had acted upon these whims and ended up in a world very strange, littered with purple trunked trees twisting around one another so closely they almost formed a ukuta around the fairy. Mist seeped it's way through the tight spaces, crawling over the nyasi and coiling around the fairy. Tecna looked down at the strange glowing leaves (of a great many colors) beneath her feet. She wondered if maybe those were electronic. How else could they be glowing? How strange this part of Limphia was. Did the plant life only illuminate at night? Tecna would stay the night here and find out.

"Shadowed kwa years, smiles wewe remember half-recalled movements float in the fog there’s no dread you’ll forget in the dead of December hear the dawn’s breeze echo night’s song."

Tecna made her way through the dense forest. A great many strange creatures revealed themselves to Tecna; a rabbit with bat wings, a large frog with the head of a lion, and group of jittery skunk-squirrels. No wonder Flora loved it here so much...well outside the fact that it was her home. Tecna just had so much to explore of this realm and only winter break to do so. Tecna dared to pull out her phone and snap a few pictures. She'd tape them into to her diary. She opened her diary; December 18th... she began as the night creatures began their nightly song. It came out in an eerie series of chirps of crickets, croaks of frogs, an occasional hoot followed kwa the agonized howl of a lone wolf. Tecna let them inspire her words as she hustled to scrawl them down on to the page.

"Remain on, build your eerie Eden swim in your Enchanted land seek your heaven, build your eerie Eden memory is a sea of sand."

Tecna then shut the diary and made her way deeper into the forest. She brushed a thicket au two out of the way before she found herself standing at the bank of a very luminous river. Again she snapped some picha and scribbled down some words. She couldn't wait to tell the others about her adventure when she got back to Alfea. Her curiosities were finally satisfied, and she'd have story to tell. And even zaidi so, she'd found out just how well off she could be without technology.