To the side of the ritual circle where areas demonstrating the aspects of Unicorn life & culture. As with any culture, death features and is recognised. The smell of turned earth hung in the air above the neat boarders of the grave, stone pillars framed the junction where it met with the walls of the room and it was topped by a banner of skulls of various sizes.
As the hour of the morning grew later, I moved my position to capture the scene of melancholy.
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