The Sourglow Swamp

This area feels wet. The air is wet, the ground is wet, everything is mucky and wet, wet, wet. Dark clouds almost always hang overhead, dripping liquid, and a light breeze sometimes licks the bloblings here - unlike in the desert, which is oppressively still.

There's about as much land as there is water in this swamp, and the sporadic patches of earth are almost all covered in glowy, impossibly resilient vines with glowing grape-like fruits on them. The air smells sour, damp and sweet all at once. Bloblings can sometimes see glowing, lizard-like axolabeb here, but they scuttle away as soon as they sense motion, leaving their nodes behind. The border between this piece of land and the desert is generously dotted with Bleeding Heart Trees, which are growing in number every day.