You sit within the bubble's smooth walls, watching the scenery drift along lazily below as air currents play about the sphere. Slowly, the bubble begins to float down, leisurely, like a feather to the floor. Crossing your fingers, hoping that it doesn't land on anything particularly pointy you wait.

Luck seems to be with you, for in a fluke that seems one in a thousand, the bubble drifts downward right between the pointed branches of a giant tree, to pop gently on the floor of the forest.

The woods around you seems to stretch forever. Light tinted green as it drifts through the thick leafy canopy overhead lights about you in uneven shafts and hazes. Plants of all size, color and description grow...in the most unusual places. Plants grow from the trunks of tree, from other plants, even from the rocks littering the ground like mossy hills. Leaves larger than the head of a good sized elephant drag against the ground, hanging their great weight from glossy stems. Roots snake out of the ground, bunched and curled in the confined space between the massive, sometimes variegated trunks. There are few plants on the forest floor, mainly because there is simply not enough light to allow them to grow there. The clean, fresh smell of the forest invades your nostrils.

You walk about a bit, marveling at the beauty of the forest surrounding. Bird calls echo from the canopy, in a wide variation of twitterings and trills.

Pushing aside large leaves with the back of your hand you wander to the north.

For HOURS you tramp through the forest, always to the north, yet nothing seems to change. The scenery is the same.

Flustered and tired, you plop down in a chair shaped section of roots.

Climb a Tree and Get Your Barings

Keep Walking