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The first thing that is noticeable about the forest is a thick smell of dense woodland, rotting vegetation that wraps around one as they enter the forest, creating alluring magic immediately in the forest. The scent changes with every step that is taken, making the enchantment real, and even more impressive. But the smell of woodlands is not the only thing that is noticed. The sounds that are heard are many. The chorus of birds is loud, and the rise and fall of the tones weaves in a strange way with that of the calling of cicadas and crickets. Even the calling of frogs and toads make a strange and complex base line to the orchestra of sounds. The air is dense and full of moister, and it is enough to make breathing hard, but it is just right for a forest. The trees tower above head, huge towers of wood and bark. Tall, looming pine trees deposit brown needles that twist and turn in a graceful ballet as they fall, ending on the ground in a messy and cushioned carpet. A thick fog caresses everything in the forest with whispery and thin fingers of white and gray that wrap around everyone who enters. The light is constantly dark, and it seems to be slightly green-tinted, and the forest in its densest area never gets any lighter, it stays in a state of dusk. A small path meanders though the forest, wrapping itself in labyrinth type formation though the forest, the color that of a light cream, the sand not keeping entirely in the area set out for the path, and so the edge looks almost fuzzy, and the disorganization of the forest is re-enforced. If one follows the path�s twisted course, the powerful sound of rushing water can be heard. Sounding quite like drums, it is an intense sound that pounds ears and the slight vibration of the rocks around the rapids is almost visible, but it could just be the mind. The water in the rushing was a crystalline blue, foaming where water met rock in a rush of white, it was an impressive river. The path follows the river, and soon the sound intensifies until it is a roar like a large predatory beast, and finally it makes a sharp drop-off, the water curving over the edge, where it falls in a huge crush where the foam is intense, and the spray can be felt from far distances away. A tower that falls down in a rush of blue, dominant it falls, in one thick sheet. The water has turned completely white by this point, until it starts to level out, and the white spirals in soft swirls of blue. The rocks in the rivers have been polished flat by the rushing of the water, and they come in all colors, gray, black, yellow, white, and brown. The trees start to thin at this point. They are smaller, and there are less of them. The leaves stop crunching under foot, and the light comes into the picture, in large shoots of yellow from the sky. The path that follows the river continues on, into the clearing. -Kats Essence