|Peaceful Glade Cemetary|
Given the multitude of worlds that intersect Twisted Street, it's no surprise that it features one of the largest cemetaries of nearly any world in existance. As the dedication on the gates reads, "To all the lost souls that where never laid to rest, this cemetary was created. May the gods, goddesses, and wizards of each world bring forth the bodies of those left behind. We offer this sancutary to those unburied and forgotten spirits never given a place to sleep. May they finaly find the peace they deserve..." It is truely something that must be seen to believe.
Inside the cemetery is a large cathedral, a statue of the Grim Reaper, and a large cherry tree atop a hill surrounded by nameless graves. Currently most of these areas are inaccessible from the main grid for various reasons.
Tall blackend steel gates claim this line, barring entrance unless unlocked. They usually are. Ivy vines have started a movement upon it, decorating the cold steel with color. The gates will swing open without fuss and oddly without that horrible scraping noise, if only you push at it. Are you ready to face the massive graveyard?
As you step inside the gates, a chill wind blows past your face, although the temperature remains as it was, making you stop and wonder what it is making you shiver thusly. After a moment, your thoughts collected and resolve confirmed, you look forwards once again, having entered further into the graveyard, the gates of which you can see far behind you. Looking ahead once again, you take in the scene with more clarity. In the middle, the cathedral seems to stretch to the clouds in the sky, so tall does it seem when up close. Off to the right, the path bends around to where the withered tree could be seen earlier. To the right, the path leads to the lively cherry tree, its bright red fruit reminding you of freshly-spilt blood on battlefields across the multiverse. Three paths, one choice. You privately hope that you make the correct one.
Several gravestones exist here, none of them are easily readable. The letters on the stones seem to blur when looked upon, as if the spirits beneath the soil want to be left in seclusion.
Overshadowing everything here is an enormous cherry tree, it's flowering branches stretching far up into the sky; giving an out of place feeling of life upon this dead world. Around the tree are rows and rows of the dead, that seem to go on for miles in every direction.
|The City of Twisted|