Now I recognised the broad, rolling plains flanking the mountain, and the shallow, rocky inlets on the opposite side, and the deep, but small chasm cutting into the island's south side. As we descended further, I began to notice shapes moving around the vibrant pastures, figures bounding oddly on four legs, rolling around in the grass and stroking each other's hair. We landed on the yellow-brown beach, whereupon lapped glass-cool waves in a gentle rhythm, the serene sea breeze washing lazily but pleasantly over the fields of sweeping grasses. Before me, the figures I had seen from above, now clearly people, continued to trot about on all four limbs, some with their tongues out, panting like beasts, some sprawling, wriggling in the green shoots, their prostrate forms supine as they held their arms and legs aloft, limp at the joints. Eyes closed, they grinned as the sun beamed on them from above, a warm ocean from the skies complemented by the sea breeze. "What is this place?" I asked, bewildered. "Why are all the people acting as but beasts of the field? Is this a sanctuary for those unfit for the outer world?"