The dark woods echoes of a myriad of buzzing insects, on the night breeze you smell the warm musky scent of decaying flowers and moss. A howl pierces the lunar mist that enshrouds you. Terrified, you spy a gate, and seek refuge inside it’s ancient metal fingers that enlace to form a barrier betwixt ye and the nether creatures. Entering you gaze upon statues frozen in time that seem to breath of life forgotten yet not lost.

They surround you, yet ye are not afraid as their beauty tempts you and beckons you. Their cool marble hands caress your cheek urging ye to stay and bask in their elegant images. Here inside this garden awaits the beauty of another place, another time, another realm. The Realm of Buck Tick. A realm of dark peace and sorrowful beauty that may be your refuge from the ugliness of the outer realm of reality.

GARDEN GATES REOPENED
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