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The Orchestral Resides was a beautiful place. From the minuscule plant life to the colossal creatures that towered over the floating mountains, everything was in perfect, melodic harmony - in fact, impossibly harmonious, one might say. An ascended land.

Its landscape was pristine and natural, yet formed in alien and futuristic shapes. A diverse variety of instruments sprouted from everywhere the eye could see, from the soil to the clouds. These instruments sung and played by themselves, and in gorgeous unity, produced songs that even gods would envy. Its denizens were no different, born of music and soul, bodily imbued with instruments...

... That's what the history books say, at least.

The Orchestral Resides, in present times, is a dreadful place of nightmares. The instruments of this land produce a smog of unending cacophony. Trumpets scream, drums violently thrash, and its denizens show little to no intelligence other than the instinct to create chaos and destruction. What happened? When did it happen? All great mysteries. No one knows how this land fell from greatness.

Woe to those who travel to the Resides to find answers, for they are likely to meet their end by the madness-descended denizens.

Description
The Orchestral Resides was a beautiful place. From the minuscule plant life to the colossal creatures that towered over the floating mountains, everything was in perfect, melodic harmony - in fact, impossibly harmonious, one might say. An ascended land.

Its landscape was pristine and natural, yet formed in alien and futuristic shapes. A diverse variety of instruments sprouted from everywhere the eye could see, from the soil to the clouds. These instruments sung and played by themselves, and in gorgeous unity, produced songs that even gods would envy. Its denizens were no different, born of music and soul, bodily imbued with instruments...

... That's what the history books say, at least.

The Orchestral Resides, in present times, is a dreadful place of nightmares. The instruments of this land produce a smog of unending cacophony. Trumpets scream, drums violently thrash, and its denizens show little to no intelligence other than the instinct to create chaos and destruction. What happened? When did it happen? All great mysteries. No one knows how this land fell from greatness.

Woe to those who travel to the Resides to find answers, for they are likely to meet their end by the madness-descended denizens.