On a grass island isolated inside a web of paths, a female performer and a set of written instructions awaited discovery. Participants were instructed to sit with her and eat cherries together, igniting a cherry stone spitting contest, while writing their impressions of the journey. One of the reflections written by a participant:
In a white dress with a tear in the left sleeve by the shoulder, sometimes there were flowers in her hair. She smelled like she has always smelled to me, and she was beside me, drifting closer away. Perhaps she almost kissed me but my eyes were closed. The poets and sculptors faded into other artworks while I wondered whether or not this was the dream that I had always dreamt of dreaming. Her sandals left soft, eternal prints in the dirt.
At the end of this interaction a new set of instructions were given to the participant, so the journey could unfold further...