> Head through!
>You step through the gap, and find yourself having to squint against the sudden rush of light and wind.
>Stretching below you is a distant vista of trees that reaches for miles. A stiff and chilly gust tugs at your hair, leaving you quite happy that you found your dress before coming here. Around all you is rock, while the unmoving sky of swirled colors stretches overhead with no sign of clouds or blemishes. Nearby, you immediately note a very sharp drop, and that the tops of the nearby trees are some distance beyond it. Taking a moment to gather your wits, and making you are in no danger of slipping off any such drops, you note that you are standing near top of what seems to be a tall, column-like mountain. You stand upon a gently slope which stretches for some feet before very quickly giving away to a nearly-vertical cliff face. Behind and above you, the mountain reaches some yards further into the air, its slopes composed of sharply angled slabs of granite. Small, gnarled trees dot the mountain here and there, stubbornly clinging to the rock all around you. Away from the sea of trees, you can see more peaks like the one you are standing upon, tall columns composed of slabs of granite and dotted with small trees. You find yourself reminded of the Yellow Mountain range, looking at them. They aren't quite so charming, as you can quickly pick out the trees are as twisted and unnatural as any you've seen in the forests below.
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