A large marble archway encircles the bridge here, ancient symbols of

protection can be made out lightly carved into it's surface. Somehow

the vines have managed to steadfastly hold onto the shiny smoothness

of the black and white rock for decades on end. The mists only let

visibility go a few feet past the bottom of the bridge and it cannot

be said how far down the archway starts but the sounds of the crashing

river can no longer be heard.