Along the dramatic coast, rocky slopes plummeted to the sea.  To shield the interior from prying eyes, a wall of evergreens, proud and straight despite the bitter sea winds, grew closely spaced, branches intertwining and needles crossing with those from two trees away.  Where the trees could not reach any higher, the clouds descended to caress their branches, filling the voids and cracks with white vapor.  Occasionally, this wall of rock, tree, and cloud would be adorned with a single strand of water draped over outcrops and hiding in hollows as it descended to the sea below, leaving behind one mystery to join another.  Little was known of the interior – save that it existed – and any who may have tried to pierce it probably didn’t return. Probably, because no one was reckless enough to try, and those who were weren’t the type to leave behind a note of their intentions. Probably, because no one ever claimed to have gone and come back. The land beyond the dramatic green coast gripped its secrets like a tree’s roots growing in the cracks and crevices of a shear rocky slope.