Nolland Waste was always a strange place. Constantly changing, unsteady, illusive, ghostly unreal.
Hardly one can remember how Imaginasylum was trapped by the Waste but since then a part of the Mansion, its left wing, always remained in shadow being dissolved in sticky fog.
One could see amazing things if looking out through windows in left part of the House. At the same time out of one window one could see shiny day, next window revealed stormy night and misty morning was squeezing through the other one.
And, of course, Nolland Waste was always inhabited.
Hardly one can remember how Imaginasylum was trapped by the Waste but since then a part of the Mansion, its left wing, always remained in shadow being dissolved in sticky fog.
One could see amazing things if looking out through windows in left part of the House. At the same time out of one window one could see shiny day, next window revealed stormy night and misty morning was squeezing through the other one.
And, of course, Nolland Waste was always inhabited.
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