Far from Swamp, far from Cypress and Mangrove and the Orchid that grows thick and cloying sweet in heavy, wet air, a faraway horizon looms flat and straight. It is not the constant veil of gnarled trees and dense shrub that is common in the Swamp, but something else. Something different. There is something dangerous about it, something that calls in a whisper as sweet as lilies freshly bloomed, and just as cloying-- seductive. One day, it calls. One day.
