The creature from the black lagoon is a distant cousin of the lochness monster... so doesnt exist... just some eerie shit made up to scare the tourists.... or is it?

Its like the start of the summer festivals when musicians gather around the camp fire. They are all there with their shiney new drums, with their own beat, as it grows into a melee of sounds and decends into a cacaphony of unrelated noise. Then the releif of it being over.

Our hero frinds a magical forest and cautiously enters.