For miles and miles the wrought-iron fence expands. It's not known when it was erected, as nobody seemed to notice until it was there. Those who approach always seem to find the entrance gate, though for some reason, it's almost impossibly in a different terrain, every time. The exact acreage of the interior is unknown, as attempts to measure the fence-line have always met with widely different numbers, every time. It is known that the interior includes wide expanses of plains, filled with flourishing wildflowers; deep swaths of jungle, their canopies nearly blocking out the sun; barren, but somehow cool deserts; and mountains, ones with winding, well traveled paths and others with jutting rocks, the kind that seem to intentionally reach out and grab passing wayfarers. A sign of the same metal as the fence has been welded to the main gate. Etched into it, and detailed in gold, are these words:
POSTED
DRAGON SANCTUARY
NO TRESPASSING
NO POACHING
NO SLAVERS ALLOWED PAST THIS POINT
*Under the authority of Linkin Anneww, Multiversal Guardian of the Beta Set*
Under it is a blackened plank of wood, tied to the bars with rope, a light shade of blue. To the trained eye, it is apparently made from dragon hair. Burned into the charred board are the words:"I will know. I will come for you."
