Mediis Tenebris
The once smooth network of roads that let to Caerfyrddin was barely discernible through the weeds and grasses that had reclaimed it. Fallen trees block some of the paths while others continue to grow, their branches no longer prevented from growing into houses.
Doors were boarded up tightly and some showed signs of painted symbols with meanings known only to those who put them there, but whoever put them there's long gone too. Window panes hung perilously from their hinges and here and there drapes had been flung out by the wind.
Caerfyrddin, once a peaceful and growing community was now a mere shadow of its former glory. An eerie silence had taken over and was only interrupted by the cracking of wood in the wind and the occasional bird who had made its home in one of the many collapsed roofs.
The lighthouse was once a beacon in multiple senses of the word. The once bright light on the outskirts of town was now merely a broken pillar and the perfect spot for nesting birds who gladly took advantage of this.
No matter how many animals made their home in this town now you couldn't help but be overcome with loneliness. Life had not just come to a halt, it had completely disappeared. But there was an awful feeling of hopelessness you couldn't escape from. Even if those who lived here returned too much had been lost already and it'd never be the same again.
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