jbear
First Post
You proceed through the tunnel in the fresco, down a passage that seems natural except for the forest painted on it. From ahead comes the scent of salt air, the far away whisper of crashing waves.
The woodland fresco continues on the cave walls in the tunnel beyond the Crystal Cave. But as you travel farther, rock formations like actual wooden trunks gradually replace the ones in the fresco. The space between the trunk like rocks grows like sunlight under the trees.
Suddenly, the cave disappears in the midst of an idyllic woodland like that painted upon the cave walls. Tall trees thrive on all sides, and beams of warm sunlight penetrate the canopy above. A worn path runs alongside the same sparkling stream that was in the cave. You stand in the centre of a wide circle of toadstools.
Behind you, the path follows a twisting corridor of trees toward the sound of crashing waves. On the path ahead, you hear voices and someone weeping.
The woodland fresco continues on the cave walls in the tunnel beyond the Crystal Cave. But as you travel farther, rock formations like actual wooden trunks gradually replace the ones in the fresco. The space between the trunk like rocks grows like sunlight under the trees.
Suddenly, the cave disappears in the midst of an idyllic woodland like that painted upon the cave walls. Tall trees thrive on all sides, and beams of warm sunlight penetrate the canopy above. A worn path runs alongside the same sparkling stream that was in the cave. You stand in the centre of a wide circle of toadstools.
Behind you, the path follows a twisting corridor of trees toward the sound of crashing waves. On the path ahead, you hear voices and someone weeping.