Flower Fruit Mountain isn’t a bad place. The fruit is sweet and the rivers are placid, clean, and clear. The fauna can be wild, but never outright brutal. The air is smoothly crisp, untainted by the hands of urbanization.

By day monkeys plays with their troops, and when night falls fireflies twinkle above the surface of moonlit rivers. So many people would kill to be here, free from ceaseless noise of Megapolis.

You might’ve liked it more if coming here had been your choice.