• There is a sanctuary which is shared by all sorts of beings.

    The gates are gaurded by angels with black, outstretched wings, which are decorated by the skulls of those forbidden. A mark by the master himself is required for entrance.

    The temple was created by ancient gods; these new ones simply mantain the gardens and the glass pond.

    The pond has many purposes. One can speak thier sins and the words tumble into the waters, where they melt into the blood that is washed from a demon's claws. Or, the induvidual can lament the loss of a loved one and weep into the pond. Now the sorrows are captured in a single incoherent babble. They are stilled beneath a thin skin of white crystal in the winter months, which are longer here.

    Cherry blossoms (in honor of the ancient's wives and molded to resemble thier white, delicate hands) float in the elegantly twisting branches of the cherry trees and litter the grass.

    Weeping willows sway in unison, wind provided by the gentle breath of nymphs captured within the slender, cream trunks.

    The powerful rulers of this realm are two b*****d children. The ancients, knowing this power, have acknowledged the children's rule, and know it is foolish to act against them. The two children had a mother, but they did not realize that- they had been abandoned on the steps of the ruin immediately after thier birth.