A trickle of water slowly grows as it runs towards the end of the cliff, it becomes a larger, and faster thing, died jade by the many cloverlike leaves floating down in the summertime, and as it hits the edge, a couple of large boulders come up, one on the left, the other on the right, a metal bridge in between. As the water rushes down and forms into it's whiter air filled version, fiercely flowing, it goes into mid air and past a cave behind the water flow, then it hits a deep source of water, and settles, forming countless smaller streams and rivers, flowing next to the sun baked shore side clay.
Half a train car is merged into the side of the cliff, it appears to have been there a while, a couple beds sit inside, and a bookshelf full of silverwear and plates, and cups lay motionless within, and vines grow over it. The roar of the water is silent in here, and another car is linked to this one, wheels burried in the mud, it is filled with crates.