The forest of fae from what she sees when she first entered the land was always so lively. It wasn't about the people who was bright and busy, but the entire living plants. The sky would always be sunny and golden, the floor would always hold fragments of green as vines and roots would cover the floor.
Out of all, she would always see flowers. As if it was a sign of life, there would be flowers on all corner of the town from where she sees, blooming so beautifully as if it could offer anyone a second chance in life.
But... this part of the town square felt oddly different.
From the corner of her green eyes, she could see no trace of roots under her feet. The building was all dusty and grey, the color so dull that it was the opposite of life— death. A creepy urgency slipped into her heart as she was faced with the hauntingly dead land.
She looked to her left and right, finding wilted flowers that appeared as if life had been sucked dry from there.
