Maiyun

History goes back much farther than memory. Like an ancient sentry, the wall stands - some centuries-old construction of man, left behind like so many other half-finished endeavors. The great archway, aged and eroded, leads to black ribbons of abandoned highway on the one side, and on the other, the treacherous and foreign maze of the forest. The greenery seems welcoming and heavenly; but not far beyond this wall is the realm of those not cursed by mankind. Only fools and suicidal elders linger here. It might seem a paradise of memory - but all too easily it may become your final resting place.