I found a place that is steeped in dread. It is a place where the earth is charred, an ashen wasteland dotted by the limbs of starving trees and sickly shrubs. The sky burns there.
I do not know how men of Aughaire can live in such a place and call it home.
I stayed as long as I could, but it reminded me of things I would rather forget.
Obviously someone left the gas on here.
