An unnatural chill nips at ones flesh as they enter the seemingly normal thicket within the lush forest. But what greets one's eyes upon the other side is anything but normal. Before them thrusting forth from the lushness of green stands cold stone chasm of gray. Feeling of foreboding spill forth from ones soul, yet the call of the unknown draws feet forward. Into the cavern is the path taken, into the dark deep into the belly of the beast. But darkness wains, as light bacons before them. Hesitant steps take pause upon the blinding entrance. Placing a hand upon the cool, smooth as glass wall, one cannot help but to caress its silkiness. One step, then another into the brilliant grotto brave soul doth tread. Hues adjust to gaze upon the wondrous sight of a quartz castle abound.