It Is Humid Here, And Noisy, An Endless Percussion Of Insect...
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It Is Humid Here, And Noisy, An Endless Percussion Of Insect...
Prompt Text
It is humid here, and noisy, an endless percussion of insect-music and rustling foliage. Mists and swaying undergrowth reach downwards towards a distant light. Far below, and far to the South, the Mountain of Light is a warming star. Some trick of rising heat makes this roofbound rainforest hot and languid, as though the God called Stone watches this place closely. Above, a rockface of cracked quartz reflects the light in odd directions. Above the canopy, above the blanket of ferns and orchids and bromeliads, the stone-grey trunks of forking branches grow from crystalline beds.