Begora's Sanctuary                                     NW     N     NE 
(-------------------------------------------------)     W <---(M)---> E
                                                        SW     S     SE

Avros' wide, rolling plains span from shore to shore, full of ragweed and
rolling fescue.  Below the twisting vines and sprawls of crabgrass is the
latest layer of mud from the latest thunderstorm to pass through.  A few
dandelion tufts sprout up nearly underfoot, just out of the staid yogi's
reach.  They nearly seem to breathe as the wind slowly courses around them,
the parachute balls on the dandelions grow oddly, from the clock downward,
rather than uniformly with a distinct radius.  The sashaying of the seeds is
evocative of something...  Almost like a jellyfish drifting through tidal
surges.