In the green, there was screaming, there was acid dissolution, there was silence. And at length, Sephiroth's boots sank into squelching mud and an inch of algae, and he had to take them off in order to make it to the safety of a dry log where a frog sat peaceably strumming a banjo.

"Do you know this song, Mister General?" asked the frog, and at Sephiroth's mute headshake said, "It's okay - you'll pick it up, if you try."