Charymos slowly swayed his hips up a hill which was matted by the vast greenery of nature. There was immense beauty in the horizons, mountain tops frosted by pure white snow. Beneath his feet were vibrant, breathtaking flora of colors and shapes that were otherworldly.
The cool, fresh breeze that glided down from the distant mountains carried the scent of moist earth and flowers into the air, and Charymos couldn't help but take deep breath, hoping this scent would be permanently etched into his nostrils.
This was nature's serenade, and despite being a creature of the deep, Charymos couldn't help but admire the beauty of it all, in fact, he wanted nothing more than to take off his shoes and run around leisurely.
But alas...
His slit pupils dilated as he beheld the figures of two persons seated on a beautifully carved round table, that seemed to have been made by the delicate hands of the Elves that reside on the Sixth Floor.
