[Lawtan]

In the valley between 7 hills, beyond the trees and vines, surrounded by water, lay the ruins of a city complex. The ruins are not your normal, decayed, overgrown ruins. The land does not breathe. Not a soul or beast alights this land. Yet in the middle lay a football head - a metal mass with a painted red grin. The buildings are undamaged, yet silhouettes of people lay about on wall and road. It is almost as if a stage was set without actors. The water looks...wrong. Black glitter wrong. It's like the color of a human soul was dissolved in those waters.

The guide says nothing, but goes into the cavern yonder...
Suddenly, the figure appears in the distant ruins, holding a yellow metallic bodysuit, humming a song:

Beyond the craigs of dolemite,
Under the cracks of churt,
The remnant ruins of coprolite,
Decorate the structures with dirt.
What was this land, and why do I see,
Shadows - imprints - of those who would flee,
The air reeks of carbon, the land of heat,
Tis this one's belief that you should heed.
Put on a suit, please, and seal it tight,
The ruins I fear glow with radiant burns,
Else why do my clickers fizzle and churn,
And why does that head glow an ominous light

A mirror of the guide stays by a cavern in the opposite direction of the ruins. It gestures, as if the unknown cave holds something less...dreadful.