Here is where nearly all the horses come to depart to the afterlife. It is a gentle place, with it's quiet eeriness. There are bone remains scattered all over the plains. A beautiful white flower grows here, and only here. Much like a tulip, but it strives merely off decaying bodies. This place is always too quiet. And some swear to it that spirits still clang around these lands. Most come to try and find their lost ones; and some lucky may find what they were searching for.
