Swiftcurrent Creek hell is as full as the devil's ego

@Kaskara

Clouds manipulated the sky, casting a horrific gloom around Falwasi. The Earth had so much power... and it was like this. If she was the weather, she would be an autumn morning. She would be the soft glow of the sun warm against one's back, making the maple leaves illuminate with the orange ring that surrounded them. She would be the vibration of life beginning to wake, songbirds singing, rabbits canoodling and deer grazing. But before that, she would subconsciously hide herself, and she would be bitterly cold.

Falwasi found herself rising above land level, up the hill that made the Sleeping Guardians. If the dullness of the day was not enough, the shade of the few trees who's locations were grudgingly chosen made the sun setting even less visible to see. Should the fireball lower further, it would break through the doldrums of the atmosphere. But first, it had to stoop down below the clouds' level.