"Something like that? Don't fuck with me," Elias said
Suddenly, their surroundings began to smear as if someone had rubbed a freshly done painting; the trees, the extra Rocklions, the air, everything looked like a mirage on a hot summer day.
Everything around them began to get less and less real until it was not, the illusion faded away into the nothingness of reality.
Margo and Elias were no longer in a forest, instead, they found themselves in a location that befitted the name; "Highlands"
The Highlands stretched out like a vast, rugged tapestry, each fold and crease marked by the rise and fall of mountain ranges that seemed to touch the sky, their peaks were sharp and imposing. The valleys below were a patchwork of green and gray, where clusters of dark pine forests clung to the lower slopes, and open meadows spread out like soft blankets between the towering mountains.
