Adec - with his blood red hair, aqua eyes and freckle strewn face - loved Aokigahara Forest at this time of year; the warmly humid, moist air; the clouds engulfing the entire path for hours on end; the majestic animals that stared at him with an apathetic curiosity.
Yes, with nothing more than a bag full of Rice Wine and dumplings; a sword swinging from his hip, perfectly aligned to his hands, life was good. The great mountains stretched up into the sky as if to touch the heavens; the water was always beyond crisp; the never ending and ever bustling plant and animal life brought an exhilaratingly, orchestral atmosphere to the whole place. Frogs croaking, Pandas yawning, Elk galloping through the trees; Adec reflects upon the beauty of his road and deems it fitting, that this place be one of the most famous suicide hotspots in the entire world.
The high pitched wail of pain sort of smashed that atmosphere.
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