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An arched window opens the flowing curtains dance in a breeze that is unfelt by the weary travelors. Once they pass threw large lilly pad stepping stones on rising pillars trail off before them. This new world before them is dark. The weary travelors walk to the edge of the first lilly pad they're on and look over the edge. The drop isn't to far yet and below them is water that looks as clear and pure as a natural spring.

Their gaze lifts up to the pillars of rock sparsly scattered about, and like accents each has its own unique waterfall keeping the massive lake below them filled. Their eyes drift up one waterfall to see where it comes from, but all they see is darkness above it as if it simply begins.

Their eyes turn back to the trail of large lilly pads before them that slowly rise up leading to a final destination. The destination is not a lilly pad but a lotus flower opened wide, but centered within it is a simple and small castle only one story. Slowly the travelors make their way towards this castle. As they look at it they notice behind it is every phase of the moon in a perfect circle, and these phases of the moon slowly spin in this perfect circle as if to show them all off or to allow them to be as they are.

Finally the travelors reached the lotus flower and the castle, they noticed right away the walls were very unique and stepped closer to take a better look. The outside walls of this paticular castle are indeed unique, for they looked like a perfect star filled night. A night with no light so all you see is stars it is beautiful and wonderous to the travelors. Slowly they walk to the arched wooden door, very simplistic looking.

Once they open the door a melody greets them, one of a calming and gentle nature. Their worries seem to ebb away, their fears quailed, and their aches and tiredness forgotten. Musical instruments line a small shelf that circles the walls. From these instruments the beautiful melody is coming from. They notices on some of the drums lights seem to be bouncing up and down to play them, from a harp small softer lights seem to be hovering around it as if they were playing it.

Then a wise but so gentle voice draws their attention as they were being greeted by the accupent of this wonderous place, "Welcome weary travelors to the Land of Moonshadow."