At first Aeviternus left the confines of the Jahndi, seeing cattle, homes and a carefully planned out farm. It was tamed land that seemed to be its own village with roads and structures that held to it borders of jungle. Aeviternus floated, covering ground looking for clues, not sure what he was looking for in the spirit plane; he wandered observing. Floating high into the sky he could see for miles, soaring higher he could see the distant Jamestown and the ocean to the North, turning south he glimpsed his first clue. A grey-ish swath of land, like color fading from a picture. Just beyond the boarders of the Jahndi the first vestiges of jungle began, and it was there that Aeviternus was able to see a change in green. The Jahndi was green, full of life.
Aeviternus was in the mirror of the world, the spirit reflection of the real world. Here he could see his companions, the houses, the foliage, if he drifted further away from the material world the landscape would change and what he might find. In his past, the further he moved from the mirror the more desolate his surroundings would be. Most often venturing away from the material was futile, but for this instant there was a pull to look.
Aeviternus concentrated, allowing the tether to slacken, almost as if he moved to a deeper sleep. Edges blurred, color swirled and the consciousness of the forrest awakened. Here pain was felt, a numbing burning sensation drew him to the floor of the Jahndi. He felt the grass with his bare feet, warm and pulsing, he felt the life essence of the land. The slow ache of a illness, the chronic feeling of lethargy seeped into his feet. He walked closer to the jungle shifting his presence he was at its boarder. The ache grew.