[Jungle Walk]

It is fuzzy!

Quite fuzzy.

Have you ever encountered a lone thistle seed drifting on the wind? A tiny kernel of life suspended within a ball of fluff clinging to the gentle embrace of the breeze.

Strange to find one here, though.

One so deep within the canopy.

Is there even any wind to carry it? Maybe it floated down from above, having lost its way?

Zhareen cups her hands around the wisp and marvels at it. On closer inspection it has an almost iridescent quality to it, the shimmer of rainbows like oil on water glisten across its surface in a scarcely visible sheen. It sure is pretty, isn't it?

But wait, what's this?

Two more just descended through the verdant canopy, one alighting on a tree overhanging the river while the other lands in a pool near the shore. The water of the pool whirls, sending the wisp spinning in dizzying circles whilst tumbling upon itself, rolled along by the river's kiss.

The sound of music grows ever so more audible.