There are strange black mountains in Supheria, and nestled between three of these mountains is a valley of silver grass. There are several sparse oak trees growing in the valley as well, their trunks hard as stone and their leaves dry and white. At the mouth of the valley is the jumbled skeleton of an ape, which laughs and jeers at those who pass it. Through the centre of the valley trickles a stream, so thin and shallow it barely deserves the name, but every time a new soul enters Supheria, a haunting wail comes out of the water. The stream flows between the pillars are an elegant archway settled in the middle of the valley. But the most stunning part of this valley are the roses. Blue and white roses spread themselves across the mountains, splashing color it this unendingly grey oblivion.