The now quiet road that led to Murkwell was slowly absorbed back into nature as grass, flowers and small shrubs reclaimed what they can as fast as they can. Random pieces of long forgotten possessions litter the roads and wild, overgrown gardens within this town.
Most doors still stood in their frames as if nothing had changed. A few were ajar for one reason or another, perhaps left open in a hurry. Dry rot, vines and other undesired vegetation had taken the place of paint on most buildings and created their own kind of decoration.
Murkwell , once a hub of modern housing and technological developments was but a hollow shell of its former self. The wind in the trees and the creaking of wood were the new dominant sounds in a once lively community rich in sounds of joy and simple pleasures.
The large mill just outside of town still stood, though it was definitely on its last legs. A few animals still took shelter within its hollow walls, but the winds and worst weathers had left their mark.
Despite the decay of the buildings there was a certain charm about the town. Everything was greener as nature grew wild and the quiet during the day was almost peaceful. But there was something oddly poetic about nature reclaiming what was once theirs to begin with.
The once jam-packed roads that led to Wolfden was frail and no longer able to support anything or anybody without the risk of collapsing under their weight. Dust and debris littered the roads within town while unkempt gardens are cluttered with forsaken possessions.
Many doors had collapsed as rot ate away their edges. The open doorways that were once perhaps very welcoming were now an eerie and unwelcoming sight. Many walls and balconies had collapsed. Without proper maintenance and cleaning it was easy for rot and water to do their damage.
Wolfden , once a growing community of hundreds of families was but a hollow shell of its former self. Silence had taken hold and would’ve been deafening were it not for the many animals that had made this place their home. Bird songs, rustling bushes and the occasional howl filled the air.
The clock-tower was somehow still rich with sounds, but it wasn’t its bells and gears as those had stopped working a long time ago. It was a flock of crows that had made this once great pillar their new home.
Despite the many animals that inhabit this town it was still a very unsettling sight to behold. Nature had taken its toll on the vast majority of town. But despite being nothing like its former self this town still served its purpose. It was still home to a community and lives still thrived, it was just in the form of animals this time.
