CHAPTER VI: HALCYON HILLS (1)
They fell in a soft torrent over steep falls. As a parade rom the gleaming heaven. Dancing around myth and tales. The group then, lean forward, dubious and oblivious; between the gelid arms of the mountain, and crossed towards waterfalls of miracles and forgotten dreams; those which became alive in the harmony of their walk. Throughout magical greens of arousal; elevated by singing gods and blissful birds. And even in the heedful of steps already taken, they still found themselves lost amidst the privileged paths of the wondrous owlets. They were nearer, than they appeared to be.
"Where the hell are we?" exclaims Iram.
"We are at the top Iram, can you calm down?" Pasithea exclaims. "The map guides us correctly."
Suddenly, a collection of mucus fell righ
