Finally getting to venture through the city of the forbidden. As I walk upon these broken trails to see the unknown dead. I shall walk alone, through this dead land. The land of the unforgiven...the mistreated dead land I shall go. No one to be found at this time. No one except for me, and the unknown dead of this forbidden city. They say if you listen closely, you can still hear their cry. The cries, for help, I didn’t seem to come across, but the sound of peace and happiness, I did feel. There was a river, a river full of joy, I did seek ahead. This river was as clear as a glass of water. Through this river, I could see a reflection. A reflection of someone or something I did not recognize. This reflection appeared to be of someone,
