Note to self: Avoid the Cuddlefields before noon; statistics state those plushies have a tendency to launch surprise picnics with a distinct surplus of carrot sandwiches.
The Lost Arcades of Gargon reveal themselves only under the light of two crescent moons and entirely whenever the local Shopping Bag Festival is on.
The Whispering Hollow's trees employ idle gossip as a survival mechanism—listeners beware, privacy is not their forte.
For a quieter path, traverse the Hardboiled Skies with a bread kite; maybe, just maybe, the gulls will spare you.
Do not chart the Obscurity Sands without a decent map—unless the spirit of lost weekends moves you, in which case, utter confusion may become your cherished ally.