Here lies a smallish crater, resting in the midst of the valley. It scars the landscape, ugly, gray and dusty. Many unknown truths have been told here, secrets and the facts of ones life. The crater is graveyard to many of the exiled and nomads, their corpses buried only faintly underneath the soft layers of dirt. What little grass that does grow, dies when the time of winter comes, and doesn`t return til mid-summer.
Broken hearts is the only thing that sits in the air. The wind ripe with the smell of grief and sadness. Yes, these lands are were all of the darkest and most deprived of life have come, this the last place they touched. They had given up on life, lost all hope of ever being reached and healed. Some died, though many found it better to hide their feelings, their hurt and hate the world, turning cold to everything around them. They only saw the bad now, becoming more and more like the cursed souls of the darks.
The only place with any sunlight at all, lifting the spirits of those who have taken this path. They have, as the darks, hid their hurt and loss, coming into the light and pretending to enjoy everything. Saying to themselves over and over that life was always fine, until they think that it was always fine. Though never losing their memory of their past, they run from it, never accepting it fully. They are drawn into themsevles, and only tell their true love their darkest secrets and truths.