Monsters lurk in shadows, filtered by memories and imaginings out of the light.
In some places gargoyles peer from their perches.
Across dank damp walls lichens spread their crusty textures.
Mossy ferns drape rocks ready to spout seed into the moisture laden humus beneath.
A stalk grows quickly on a rock face, standing erect like Priapus, perhaps signifying sinister stories hidden within.
Reaching the plateau out of the gloom, joy greets a sea of pink petals facing the sunlight. In the dark, consciousness sometimes defers to fear and hesitation, letting apparitions and torments out to play.
Looking across the canopy from the 12 Mile Peg towards the coast, the skeleton of a dead tree rises from beneath, conceivably waving its limbs ironically in farewell to the monsters momentarily freed from the deep.
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