Into the woods one must go to find the most peculiar place of Nirvani. It is through this thicket of wooded area, yawns open a clearing lush with weed and vine and past it, a creation from history. These ruins appear to be what remains of some castle of sorts or at least a very large and imposing building in it's time. It is uncertain whether said building stood in all it's glory before the hurricane or if it, perhaps, has always been a mystery to the residents of Nirvani. Stepping over the wall and breathing in the musty air that pervades, a certain aura – persona – will overcome. The walls are still eroded and cracked and riddled with greedy plant life, sometimes knocked down altogether in some areas, yet one will feel as though they have gone back in the decades. Walking the now open-roofed halls in the same fashion that many have before them, looking into the eyes of the ever vigilant owl roosting high above in a forgotten door, one will find that nothing here has changed. Not the wind, storms, or fires could remove the beauty and elegance in the architecture – even with it decaying as it is. Ah, but, not all has been left to waste away. In the back, left corner of what seemed to have been a main hall, there is a beautiful shrine. Here, we give worship to the Ice Fairy and all it's past followers.
