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With nothing else in sight but an eternity of mosaic leaves and tree flowers aglow in honeyed god rays of sun, one could almost imagine being the only person in the world here. Gryphettes pipe their melodies to the percussive chirr of sun crickets and swaying trees as a haunting harmony of mountain wolves echo from everywhere and nowhere at once. Late summer breezes strum a wind-chime adagio through gemstone flora. Naught can be heard but the forest hymn.

Yet the Glassleaf Forest is, in its own way, quiet. Only the very brave, foolish, or desperate usually dare so far up the mountain. There is no shouting or talking, no noisy children screaming up and down streets that aren't there, no uproar from any bars or inns. No blacksmith hammers bang out their dismal arrhythmic dirges. The forest is free from would-be music plucked by clumsy fingers to accompaniments of drunken, off-key warbling. Beseechers and miracle-seekers are rare and usually go as quickly as they come for fear of lingering overlongly in such a haunting place. The Glassleaf Forest brooks no nonsense and it is for that reason aleythai in particular find themselves so drawn to its solitudinous embrace.

Dust glitters along wind-plucked harp strings of twilight blazing down through a canopy of crystalline rainbow flora. Here, it is easy to get lost in more ways than one.