It's ridiculous to describe what I taste at this very moment, but I think I've found a solution. Breathing through my mouth I can taste the sweet, abundant oxygen that is fulfilling its duty to keep me alive. Unfortunately the winds are making my lips and tongue quite dry and leaving a rather foul taste in my mouth. It's like I've been wandering around the desert most of my life with sufficient water and perfectly hydrated until I came to this cursed camp, which drained me completely. And as for the fragrance of this tasteless place where I reside, I would say it is a damp smell due to the pouring rain. There's also a hint of wet dog in the air that turns my stomach to the point where I've finally had enough of this field of emptiness. So we can see that by using my senses, we can come to the conclusion that this field that I have chosen has been a disturbing and disappointing experience for me. It also convinces me to never revisit this camp and extremely regret wasting my time climbing the hill to reach it