Rummbottom

A warm summer breeze sets the grass to swaying, carrying on it the scent of the world around you; Earthen, woody, the smells of bamboo and moss carrying on the wind. It's not an unpleasant aroma... Dulled, mayhaps, by the humid air, but nevertheless a constant reminder of this land's fertility. Even more so evident is the noise. A cacophony of sound, from the gentle lapping of water to the soft clattering of bamboo stalks colliding with one another, to the creaking of swaying palms and the chirrups of unseen birds; All joining together to create a peaceful melody, rustling leaves and grass providing an ever constant backdrop to nature's lullaby. It serves as a reminder of what awaits the world. That such vibrant life should bloom here, thriving in a carefully balanced ecosystem of flora and fauna. This is what everything returns to, in the end... No matter the strife or the triumph. The terrors and the dreams... It all resets to this blissful serenity, in the end.