Lost in Strange Lands/Descriptions

Airs of Parabola	Description
1 – 19	You are walking through lush grass. Here and there is a little mound of cooked barley.
20 – 39	The ground continues flat and dry in every direction. A great deal of water must have passed through here at some point, but the mud has baked solid again.
40 – 59	You're ascending a steep hill. Your legs protest as you walk, but whenever you consider changing direction, the land rises just as steeply in that direction.
60 – 79	The bushes here are only as tall as the tops of your feet.
80 – 89	There are plants, and vines, and midges everywhere. You can't see where you're going at all.
90 – 94	The ground takes an imprint as easily as snow.
95 – 100	You are trudging forward, shivering, trying to get to a warmer bit of Parabola.