Nemirae

The air is thick with the smell of dust and decay. The sun is a faint glow behind the clouds, and everything is gray. You are standing in front of the dysty gloomy monuments, which stand on top of bizarre columns and buildings — the ghostly flying creatures that once lived here, lost souls who have become trapped in this world. The buildings themselves are in ruin, but they still stand tall; they are twisted and decayed, but their foundations seem to be made from stone that will last forever.