Rumors, hazy as the Gardens’ ubiquitous smoke, drift amongst the denizens. They tell of peculiar rituals performed under the cloak of an ever-twilight, an eerie ambiance broken only by the flicker of crimson-tinged lanterns. Tales speak of unexplained disappearances, of rabbits stepping into the shadows never to return, fueling the mythos of an unseen force at play.
Yet, despite the sinister reputation, an air of enticing mystique surrounds the Shadow Garden. The promise of unknown risks, the allure of the forbidden, the taste of a dangerous adventure — it calls out to the daring, the reckless, and the insatiably curious. And in some uncanny, unsettling way, the Shadow Garden is City Gardens Burrow’s heart. A black heart, yes, but a heart nonetheless, beating with an unheard rhythm, pumping mystery and thrill through the veins of the Burrow.