““Something shiny glints on the wooden table in the meadow. The sweet smell of freshly baked bread envelops me, and my belly growls so loudly, I’m sure a galaxy far, far away can hear. “What’s that?” As we get closer, I see the table is carved out of a fallen tree that’s been cut in half. Toadstools and long grass rise up from the ground to create natural chairs. I can smell bread, but I don’t see it. Rishi””