[It's certainly winding. It zigzags up the mountain, treading past babbling brooks and quiet mountain flowers. It's a little piece of paradise, and this only becomes more clear as Mio ascends the mountain. There are no thorns grabbing at her ankles, and the fog seems to dissipate somewhat. Time seems to slip by as she walks, until finally she reaches the top of the path.
A green, lush plateau spreads out below. There's a copse of trees that just begs to be explored-- the stony pillars jutting out might be part of that feeling-- as well as a massive stone arch in the other direction. If Mio peers closely, she can see quaint huts beyond that.
There's a certain nagging feeling associated with the woods and the ruins inside of it, like something is hiding in the darkness of those trees. On the other hand, a light warm breeze seems to come from the direction of the village, and it strokes Mio's cheek playfully before moving on. She may even hear the faint sound of childish laughter.]
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A green, lush plateau spreads out below. There's a copse of trees that just begs to be explored-- the stony pillars jutting out might be part of that feeling-- as well as a massive stone arch in the other direction. If Mio peers closely, she can see quaint huts beyond that.
There's a certain nagging feeling associated with the woods and the ruins inside of it, like something is hiding in the darkness of those trees. On the other hand, a light warm breeze seems to come from the direction of the village, and it strokes Mio's cheek playfully before moving on. She may even hear the faint sound of childish laughter.]