Feu Cliffs

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The cliffs reach to what is said the edge of the lands. Rolling hills of tall golden grass plummet out of the thick forest, the trees thinning out to few. The sun shines heavily down on the swaying, dipping feild of gold, the grass beggining to look almost like fire. The edge itself is a straight drop, sharp thin edges of stone sticking out from its sides. Large rocks stick out of the salt water, only their fearsomly sharp tips visable among the rushing foams as the waves crash angerly against the stone wall. As the sun sets, the water and grass cominds sets the whole of the cliffs on fire. Almost literally.