Locked in the upper portion of the Y-shaped intersection of the South's three-way intersection, Buffalo Knolls is a sight to behold. Large, hill-shaped structures, all spread evenly from each other, thickly inhabit what was once smooth terrain. In some parts, thin trees have grown upon the large structures, but all others are coated with thick, lush grass with taste unmatched. On the spaces between the mounds, buffalo often graze, but never once do they set foot upon the odd slopes. Perhaps they can hear the thunder of the hooves of their brethren passed within the burial grounds of those who hunted them. Maybe if you listen, too, you may be able to find the small, nearly-sealed entrances into each of the ancient, unstable Indian burial grounds...
sometimes i give myself the creeps
