Memory Woods

The world of Imaginationem, the wild kingdom of Alamia, the insanity of the Eastern Forest.

five miles outside of the small town of Ableara giant charred oak trees with threads of silver and gold slimming through them tower over the lush green of the woods. They grow so close they look as if they once were walls, but now they are nothing but burned ruins littered with the bones of fallen Seraphs and demons.
The Harmony Ruins.
This once was the work shop of a woman who could cross over to the Deathlands and back. But now it is just a dreaded place, a place where the souls of one-thousand, nine-hundred, and eighty-seven children cry--Their cries swallowed whole by Memory Woods.

Memory Woods... It is called that not in memory of the lost children, but a lost daughter of blood. In memory of how she brought the workshop to the ground in Seraph's blood and Demon's fire.
The memory of daughter who forgot how to connect.
The memory of Sparkkissed Claves.