Are creatures ok? If they are integral to a location? Well, here it is. 

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The Stitching Mountains

This forest is lewd in it's beauty, with vapid flowers and rocks the color of red soft flesh. Huge girthed  willows whisper names so familiar you could believe it to be your own.  And between roots drifts water milked clean of dirt, feeding towards the slick lips of waterfalls. But here, the creatures are hollow. Clinging below on branches, claws and talons gripped on a hair trigger. Like bats they hang; birds, beasts, dogs, perhaps even something magical if your eyes are sharp enough. But danger comes, as look too closely you will see a split in their skulls from widows' peaks to the base of their necks. They contain no organs, no blood to drip from their wound. And perhaps you have thought what being a wolf may feel like, what songs you would wind if you had the lungs of a sparrow. In this place you would find that answer. Just stare long enough into an empty skull and listen for the click of a trigger. A *shichk* as these skins release themselves from their mother trees. They fill, no longer hollow, with you. Your mind full of memories stitched into a bird or wolf or beast from the widow's peak to the base of your skull. And some say, near the depths lie the soft bodies of empty humankind, prime picked in every shade and sex. Perhaps, you desire another life? Then come beloved skinwalkers. But only if one not be a frog before they get there. Unless you wanted to be a frog, then congratulations.  [/hider]