In the stygian night all was mayhem, the city of defunct was coming to existence. A sombre tranquility filled the aura of the environment. The spell of mortality was being broken. Shadows made lonely company. It was almost like a bad dream. Ancient fear was turned to dirt and left to crumble. The darkness roared at the glistening tombs of the deceased,you could find yourself in the middle of nowhere. It was like being in an enchanting tale eerie and still as a graveyard. Echoes with mystries could be heard in the cold dark void. The vastness of nothing was expanding in Argia. The deceased lived eternally and dwelled their passions in the shadows. Under them was a brown earth ancient and strong,the best bed for wanderers.