Eastwood Waterfalls
Nestled in the heart of the forest like a secret kept from the deserted isle, the waterfall shimmered in the mid-afternoon light, veils of mist cascading down mossy cliffs. The soft thundering of water drowned out all other sounds, but amidst the beauty, there was also a feeling of danger emanating from it.
Alex crouched on the rocky ridge overlooking Eastwood Waterfalls, the misty cascade thundering below. From his vantage point, he scanned the dense flora—towering moss-covered trees, vines thick enough to strangle a wyvern, and flowers that glowed faintly in the moonlight. The air buzzed with an odd stillness, an eerie sort of peace.
He wasn't here for sightseeing, though. He peered over a thick branch to get a better look. The vegetation around the waterfall was lush, bordering on overgrown. Towering ferns mixed with bizarre plants—some bioluminescent, others shifting slightly, even in the absence of wind. Magic thrived here.
