Overs the years an old mighty forest has been growing and the mystery of the ancient garden is hidden in its middle. At every step these ungraspable legends are alive. And, the very next fall, what do you know, it was. The sky was the same blue as the day before but now it had an autumn air to it. Emily, who was always eager to learn and to discover everything around, hearing the songs of the leaves, and his breathing serving as a siren's spell, dropped into oblivion and without even realizing made a first step. She has further examined the mysterious depth and found a key among ivy bushes on the way. It was here she found the forgotten entrance to her garden that had been hidden from for so long. Despite it being damp, she willed her way through it; after the cold difficult search she felt rewarded by the secret gate.

A sort of a fairyland scene had suddenly appeared, and it was brought forth by the absence of time; all decorated with various wildflowers and vines that blossomed in this moment, in other words, meant it was definitely alive. Lying in its mossy tranquility, Emily stumbled upon a fountain, its sides and bottom paved in weathered stones that had held the secrets of many generations of ignorance and knowledge and a statue that had eyes that gazed upon antiquity and held a timeless wisdom. Uttering the next word, they told themselves: The hands of garden are caressing what is meant to live. And again, the very same enlightening spirit resurrected as if the mourning veil of sorrow had been pulled off to reveal the creature's essence.

The squaker usern films begins to tell the story to the must-faced Emily about the area where her dreams grow and guys are ready to explore to areas. This use of flashbacks, of course, is permeated throughout by the presence of Whispering Woods in the narration of Emily's wonderful and exciting fairyland experience and even after several years. The garden created a huge well in her heart down the years, which has always been returning to her unconscious mind, and the vice versa. Its treasure rests in her mind, which she doesn't want to waste any moment to redecorate it.