Under better circumstances, Dathomir might be considered a beautiful planet, covered in thick forests and grassy savannahs, snow-capped mountains and broad lakes. It has its fair share of less pleasant environs, as well, but fortune has smiled and brought this pilot's parachute to rest in a forest. Unfortunately, it's also the /night/ side of the planet on a chilly, foggy night, and the parachute has gotten extremely tangled in the criss-crossing branches of the forest's canopy. The tree cover is thick enough that the sky is all but blocked out, but the air tastes faintly of smoke and ozone from crashed craft. The trills and buzzing of insects float on the air, accompanied by the sound of running water - a river, maybe.