In the distance was a hazy shape, sharper and more defined than the comparatively natural environment of the Spine. Instead of eying the distant mountain range as they trekked upward through temperate forests, their gaze met the ruins of what appeared to be a town. Pillars, seemingly once belonging to greature structures than those that stand before them now, stood in solitude as great swaths of moss and fungus enveloped the structure. The ground, which was typically a layer of grass with a sprinkling of stone as they got further up, was soon covered with various mushrooms and moss, painting it a sea of green and blue. The ruins of houses, most having fallen to age and decay, still stood strong, a reminder of the people that once lived within those walls, the people who left those very same walls for the Wilds. Vines wrapped around the homes, coming through broken windows in a tight enravelment. Caelia slowed her step, the flock of Overgrown deer and a singular panther following almost simultaneously to match her speed. She looked behind herself, waiting for the comparatively slower This-One to arrive. "Welcome to my old home, the town turned to gardens. All who lived here are a part of the Mycolyp now, leaving this place in the state you see it in today. Yet, in the ruins of yesterday grow the gardens of today." The deer, having deposited some of the Mycolyp's spores along their journey, went into a momentary rest. The panther, fungus and foliage covering his fur as bark segmented in its feline movements, stayed cautious, dull eyes darting from shadow to shadow. "There may be ones of flesh in the upcoming area, as we head further into the Spine. Tell me if you see any, and we will do the same." The woman of fungus and plants, once human, looked over the town in all its ruined glory. A hint of nostalgia entered them, and one of curiosity. Curiosity about what would've happened if this town remained along with all of its inhabitants. Perhaps those pillars would once more stand tall with walls, or perhaps they would fall again, in a way that killed the inhabitants instead. They'd once more have to fend for food and medicine, struggling in winter and relieved in summer. Now, they no longer have to do those things. Instead, they may live content and with one another in peace. Snapping out of her ruminations like a branch in a violent wind, Caelia returned to her surroundings and began to move forward through the garden and among the ruins of the town it was grown on.