Rooms

  The trail ends at a sheer wall of basalt. It rises before you and blocks the 

path across the top of the arch. The force of the wind and rain has split the

face of the cliff over time. Bizarre patterns scar the surface of its basalt.

The path continues south across the cliff face.

  The waves crash against an enormous arch of basalt which arises from the

ultramarine sea. Deep blue waves blast sea foam high into the air and 

create hundreds of tiny rainbows within its center. They shimmer with

multicolored light as the sun illuminates them. The path continues east

across the cliff face.

  The crescent beach shimmers in the sunlight far below you. Flashes of

multicolored light wink across the sands then drift out over the sea.

Tiny bursts of flame scatter across the beach then vanish with the 

flashes of light. You wonder what is making them. The trail continues

north or west. 

  Far below you, vast basalt cliffs descend into an ultramarine sea. Its 

turbulent waves rush to meet an ivory beach. Their ebb and flow traces

mystic patterns across the shimmering sands. Wisps of mist arise from a

dense forest that encompasses the beach. They dance in and out of the

tree tops far below you. From this view, the shimmering sands create a

perfect crescent moon. Billowy clouds swiftly shift across an azure sky

and cast surreal shadows upon the restless sea. A cool wind caresses your

skin and carries on it, the tangy scent of salt. It whispers to you, the

soft cadence of waves resounding off the beach.

  The cliff drops away before you into the sea. Its turbulent waters surge 

against the stone far below you. The humid air chills your skin as the wind

blow across the ground. A sea gull flies across the azure sky. It cry echoes

off the cliffs and mingles with the crash of the waves far beneath you. The 

path continues south across the sea cliff.

  A crescent beach shimmers in the sunlight far below you. Flashes of

multicolored light wink across the sands the drift out over the sea.

Tiny bursts of flame scatter across the beach. You wonder what make

the color wink in and out of existance. The path continues across 

the cliff face.

  The surf crashes against the shimmering sands far below you.  Its deep,

blue waves leave lacy patterns of white across the tide line when they

recede back into the sea.  The wind howls across the basalt cliffs and

causes the ancient trees to bend before its torrential force.  The path

continues west across the cliff face.