The forest was a tranquil expanse of lush green.
The air was oppressively heavy and humid, as if one were inhaling not gas but boiling water.
Too hot, too vast.
The vast monsoon from the Western Pacific carried copious amounts of moisture from the ocean toward the land, washing over the forest time and again.
Tens of millions of tons of the Tsushima Warm Current formed a colossal python deep in the ocean, surging northward with great momentum. It separated from the Kuroshio, joined the Sea of Japan after passing through the Tsushima Strait, and entwined with the dormant cold python of the Sea of Japan, lifting dense fog.
Where the monsoon and the warm and cold currents met, a massive amount of moisture accumulated over Honshu Island of Japan, elevating the humidity to its peak.
Here, the seasons were always distinct, the rainfall always plentiful; even if the trees were all cut down, within a decade, another verdant grove would grow upon this land once more.