One by one, the four suns of Rebecca’s World lowered themselves out of sight behind the mountains. The green shadow of night grew longer. In the fading light the rocks took on menacing shapes. A cold wind had begun to stir the bushes and they seemed to mutter and whisper as Rebecca walked past.
The ground was rising steeply now as she drew nearer the mountains, and the track was so overgrown that it was hard to follow. Sharp, spiteful brambles snatched at her frock.
She looked back, hoping her three friends might have changed their minds and followed her. The trail was empty. Rebecca felt very small, very frightened and very alone.
She pushed forward through a clump of thick brambles and found her path blocked by a large stone. There were letters carved on it. She rubbed some moss away to read:

Can you write a descriptive piece about a story set in this imaginary world? Remember to use all your senses… Write about what you can see, hear, smell, feel and touch.