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The plains stretch out around you for miles, and tonight they are quiet, save for the wind and singing insects. Every rolling hill is carpeted with a variety of plants- tall grasses and wildflowers. The tight cluster of the the stalks tangle into the earth at your feet, new growth winding out from the rhizome until it all twists together into a dense maze. Caught in the tangle of roots, you can see how the thick loam has built up here over thousands of years.

It smells heavenly.

The grass itself is a crisp tang in the air, overlaid a fresh and earthy tone of mycelium still lively from the latest rain. A floral note dances past in the breeze- field lillies must be blooming still. You can taste the chalky earth that builds up these cliffside hills, too- Fresh earth?

Something is digging a new burrow nearby.

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