At some point the rain had started to pour down mercilessly. Buckets of water within minutes. It ended as quickly as it had begun, only the clouds lingering and the evaporations escaping from the woods. Gazing at the scenery memories creep up.
The Mists and the Mountains
Clouds and Mist shifting over the mountains. Imagine yourself looking over at that scenery and remembering chinese landscape paintings and fairy tales from the Eastern lands. Travel back in time and over reality planes to find yourself back at where you started.