A distant volcano rumbles. Your footsteps fall heavy on the wet earth as you hack through the thick undergrowth with a machete.
Key Scents: jungle floor, sulfuric ash.
“In the darkness you could hear the crying of women, the wailing of infants, and the shouting of men. Some prayed for help. Others wished for death. But still more imagined that there were no Gods left, and that the universe was plunged into eternal darkness.”
– Pliny the Younger describing the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius from Pompeii in 79AD.