Willowood
In the centre of the city is the Emerald Pit, a 30′ wide well, with lush ferns and grasses covering its walls as far down as the sun illuminates. Official attempts to discover its depths were abandoned after the tenth group again disappeared without trace, but private explorers are still known to try their luck. At the full moon the ferns raise themselves up with every imitation of song, until the twelfth cycle when they turn as black as the moon and rot into the depths of the Pit.
Birds in cages line the streets, hanging from balconies and street lamps, attached to doors and trained to sing a certain song when a visitor shakes them.
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