Crimson Slopes
Some bright, crimson, jewel-like plants huddle on the slopes of Snow Peak above Burstall Pass as rain clouds arrive. The air is fresh and tangy with scents of spruce, stone, and flowing water. Afternoon is ticking past and the return journey must begin to evade the imminent downpour. This is the land where the plants are not moving, and where the rocks do not quiver at the flash of lightning. This is the land where crimson, gold, and sapphire hues all find there place; this is their dominion--the place they hold sway.
Crimson Slopes
Some bright, crimson, jewel-like plants huddle on the slopes of Snow Peak above Burstall Pass as rain clouds arrive. The air is fresh and tangy with scents of spruce, stone, and flowing water. Afternoon is ticking past and the return journey must begin to evade the imminent downpour. This is the land where the plants are not moving, and where the rocks do not quiver at the flash of lightning. This is the land where crimson, gold, and sapphire hues all find there place; this is their dominion--the place they hold sway.