In 1899, modernity clashes with the fading Wild West. Industry and law meet untamed lands influenced by deep-seated sexism and racism. Towns evolve, yet dangers and old superstitions persist. Progress contrasts with folklore. Diverse landscapes reflect social inequalities and contested resources. Industrial growth offers opportunity but also exploitation, straining a prejudiced society. Life is harsh; the beautiful land demands resilience, often tested by societal biases and ingrained beliefs.
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| Created | 140 days ago |
| Last Updated | Yesterday |
| Visibility | Public |
| Coordinates | (1328, -284) |
A long, straight road flanked by towering live oak trees draped in Spanish moss, forming a natural archway that leads to the grand Braithwaite Plantation. The road is made of well-compacted red dirt and gravel, wide enough for a large carriage, bordered by lush green grass and neat rows of cotton fields. The air is scented with blooming magnolias and southern flowers, with the sound of songbirds creating a serene ambiance. The road is private, maintained by the Braithwaite staff, and patrolled by armed guards, making it a guarded approach to the plantation.
The road is a grand statement of Old South wealth and power, cutting through humid air under a canopy of ancient oak trees whose branches meet overhead, forming a shaded tunnel. Dappled sunlight filters through the leaves, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow on the red dirt and gravel road. The massive oak trunks border the road, beyond which lie endless, neat rows of cotton fields. The scent of magnolias and other southern flowers fills the air, accompanied by the constant chirping of songbirds. The manor is visible in the distance at the road's end, emphasizing the road's purpose as the main approach to the Braithwaite seat of power. The road is kept clear of debris and is private, with no seating or artificial light sources.