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Sheets of silvery water cascade across a moulded face of rock that bears the softened traces of centuries of running liquid. The thunderous noise of the falls smothers most of its fury into the churning depths of the Moon River as it falls several hundred feet into Moon Lake. The waters are whipped up into a frenzy of white foam, the air filled with a vaporous mist that obscures the trees that line the river's edge and project out above the sudden drop. Only a line of rock teeth separates the river from the falls, and it takes every effort to prevent being dragged down the falls to a certain death far below.