Unfinished *working title* Allusions, Sanctuaries and ...Things

Wonder.
Fantasy.
Heartbreak.
Hard times.
Gore.
Love.
Horror.
Comedy.

A tale like no other. A place like no other. Everything is not as it seems. Its darker. Kinder. Deadly. Its beautiful, lush swampy and overgrown. An oasis at the epicenter of a few square miles of 'older than memory' evil.

This land keeps the people and the people keep it. So close knit the land and its inhabitants, all feeding from another. Unchecked too long and the balance of all things has shifted too far into the smiling, sweet dark.

Without evil, there can be no good. Without balance no one wins - no one loses. No true growth. Twisted and sideways has its place and purpose to be clear. Just not... everywhere. Losing sight of all, this entity of an area stands to lose itself. Can it not see?

Purposes and pacts and handshakes and promises and dirty dealings. Can balance be found? If she evens wants to be found, that is. 'Seen' is the last thing she needs. 'Noticed' means people. People means ...well, I won't tell you everything right now.