I live in the swamp, the air is always thick and steamy here. There are notes of rotting vegetation and if a breeze should stir there is sometimes the scent of a skunk ape or the foetid stench of a swamp dragons lair. There is no high point where I could achieve a clear view of my surroundings but it is unlikely the miasma that lays over my world has cleared to any degree.

Good coffee, good weed, and time on my hands...