A constant chorus of choking and muttering gasps echoes in the canopy of this steaming jungle of fleshy trees at the periphery of Hollow's Heart. Flabby mouths upon the pliant ttunks and boughs of the tumescent vegetation drool caustic bile and poison-ous ichor upon the "ground," a strangely warm, rubbery sheet of senseless skin covered with thick black hairs thar double as undergrowth. Basilisks, acid-spitting hydras, and legions of gibbering bar-lguras abound. A gigantic nalfeshnee called the Gardener protects the vast expanse from interlopers like a farmer hunting for gophers.