The Ghost City of Malayus Mire

You can still hear the distant, like, clack, beginning to fade of whatever entity you just saw. Most of the streets themselves are heavily broken in places from roots that have grown in from the ground. You can see there are cables that were hung strong from different buildings or flags,. once hung for celebrations that now have become clusters of long broken egg sacks which hang with shredded bits of hanging material. The cold is too cold for midday, and you can still hear other birds fly overhead in a distant caw of some sort of creature. Agh. It's chilly. Oh my god, dude, we're here. Can I have no more? The shit is famous.

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