Per se.

She said.
And I want to hear pebbles under my feet.
And I want to stand in a cave of tall trees.
And I want the sunlight to trickle in and sparkle on my face.
And I want to hear the sound of the dried leaves rustling in the silence as the wind blows.
And there would be cool shade.
And there would be a pleasant breeze.
And there would be a lake.
And there would be a road.
And it would be dark; slowly, carefully winding its way through the shade of the tall green.
And there would be nothing else.
And nothing but everything would be sound.