A vast land of incalculable grounds and perfection to any equine need emotion and regret are far left behind as well as the binds of trivialities of Allegiances. The roaming dead and Phantoms that seek to help those of their allegiances in the living find solace here among the rolling seas of grass, water, and golden rays of an ever perfect day. Darks find it pleasing amongst the dead bogs to the west or to the rising seas in the east, most pleasant and leaderless is this land...though no living soul can pass through here. Here, those once dark, light, or neutral can converse and get along in their death.