[Elanthia, Roadside Stream]
You feel as if you are falling as you step through the gate, and you close your eyes and brace for the impact.  It feels disturbingly soft, and you oen your eyes and look around.  A mystic site confronts you as you star into a small creek.  Gentle and lovely insects greet you as star into the water that is reflecting the rapidly setting sun.  All details seem heightened to a point beyond perfection, and you stand up to survey the area as the last of the sun's light fades.
Obvious Paths: North, Back