By the looks of it, the room around you changed quite a bit as well, as what was originally a bland and mysterious air-conditioned room, filled with costumes and vaguely-labeled doors became a tropical grassland abundant in greenery and trees. It is hot, but there are clouds aloft and a gentle breeze indicating the dry season is near it’s end. You do not know where you are, precisely, but this savannah feels just like home.
You climb upon a tree to get a lay of the land, you take note of little details – signature shapes of trees, the scents of foliage. There’s a jungle in the distance. But still, there is no sign of a river in sight; Nor have there been many signs of other wildlife. Except…
Written by PrinceZahn on 03 October 2017
The scent of a boar