Cliffs jut above with almost no way to escape. Not far from the more pleasant Willow Dale lies a trap for any unsuspecting mare. Death rots the interior, some places almost black with the nightmarish shadows of the afterlife. Evil lurks within the corners. A small creek runs through the middle, but the water is murky. Some skeletal remains can be found in here. Crows swarm above, waiting for their next meal. There are days when little sunlight is able to penetrable the obsidian depths of this place. There are few exits and few that actually travel in here. Tread lightly, because it may just be your last breath...
