Rooms

  A narrow trail leads north into the forest. Its majestic oaks and aspens

tangle into each other and make the trail ahead barely passable. Wisps of 

mist arise from the forest's edge and form ethereal shapes that flow in and

out of the trees. It floats above the ground ahead and swirls slowly as if

caught by an unseen breeze. Hushed, obscure sounds drift out of the forest

and the faint smell of salt lingers in the air. You wonder if you should

continue ahead or go back the way you came.