Sticky mud squelches beneath your feet. Tangled mangroves grow out of pools of rippling water, half hidden by the thick fog, and purple mushrooms cling to rotting logs and stumps scattered throughout the marsh. Crickets that glow like fireflies chirp serenely before they’re snatched out of the air by the tongues of hungry frogs. A pathway winds though the area from the east, winding to the center, before winding its way north, another path comes from the West meeting in the center creating a crossroads that is a common campsite. on the west side of the map are the raised pillars of a piece of a ruined large highway bridge, with giant fay mushrooms growing along the sides of the pillars, after a large gap another broken piece of the raised Highway bridge can be seen poking up though the fog. from the center another path winds its way to the east