A Circle

Twelve posts of Ru stand around the well of Ahn; their dark obsidian spires grow in stark contrast to the granite walls of the well. Soft is the ground which had not born grass nor shoot for centuries since the well had been dug. The last sign of habitation is a meager edge of a boot print next to the well. The lack of wind and weather makes it hard to give the print an age.

Dancing blue lights flare above each point of the twelve posts, making the well look pale and cold. However, in truth, the well is warm to the touch, and looking deep down inside shows a bottomless depth of warm golden light only just making it to the lip. Firm soil spreads outwards from the well, beyond the blue flame bearing spires, only as far as a stones throw away. Surrounding the grounds lays a large field of green grass and low shrubbery, beyond that: a forest.

At the bottom of the well lays a small stone the same make as the well: granite, but it had not been taken from the well itself as it stands whole and without flaw. The bottom of the stone is wet, half pushed into the ground.