The boat flows smoothly forward.

[Tunnel of Sorrow]
The interlaced branches overhead thicken, plunging the waterway into a dank gloom. To some, it might be a romantic moment, alone in the dark with that special someone. For a moment, even the rank atmosphere thins a bit and there is a hint of some flower that has an agreeable perfume. Even the humming of the ever-present midges is nigh onto being a soothing chorus. Romance is, after all, where you find it.
Obvious exits: none.