Gates to other worlds have appeared all over earth, it's your job to stop them. Go be a hero!
Played | 104 times |
Cloned | 22 times |
Created | 27 days ago |
Last Updated | Yesterday |
Visibility | Public |
Coordinates | (-515, -7347) |
Twisted, dead trees with long, drooping branches stand scattered throughout the mire, their forms resembling skeletal figures in perpetual mourning. Phosphorescent fungi cling to their decaying bark, casting an eerie, pulsating glow in the perpetual fog. Legend claims that the spirits of those who perished in the mire are trapped within these trees, and their sorrowful whispers can sometimes be heard on the chilling wind. Touching the bark is said to induce feelings of profound despair and attract the attention of the spectral inhabitants.
The trees are gnarled and twisted, with long, drooping branches that sway as if in mourning. The ground is shrouded in a thick fog, and the air is filled with a faint, sorrowful whispering that seems to emanate from the trees themselves.