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You are facing a pool beside a waterfall. The noise of it fills your ears and
it spatters you left side with warm spray. You step out of range of the waterfall
and look around you. You are facing a churning pool, which drains into a rushing
stream off to your right that cuts violently through the placid, tree-strewn landscape.
You feel cool, plush grass beneath your bare feet and look down to see it dappled
with tiny white flowers. There is a deliciously beautiful aroma permeating the
air, and you wonder if it's caused by the small flowers. In front of you, across
the pool, is a thick forest and back a ways into the forest some kind of domed
structure is peeking up above the trees. To your left, next to the waterfall,
the rock face is rough and uneven, easily climbable if you stay away from the
slick wet spots. You take a step, and your step is remarkably light--you seem
to float for a moment before touching the ground, almost as if gravity does not
quite have a grip on you. Behind you, more trees pepper the landscape, right up
the edge of a sudden cliff drop, root systems extending precariously into the
void, looking as if they will spill right over like the water down the waterfall.
By: Kitty Brew
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