Beyond Fort Sorrow’s walls, an eerie serenity pervades a meticulously tended courtyard. Against the backdrop of cold, black and crimson stone walls, vibrant trees with delicate pink foliage rise majestically, their boughs providing dappled shade to beds of flowers that bloom in a similar pink hue. Lush, emerald-green grass, almost too perfect in its uniformity, carpets the ground. The entire courtyard stands in stark contrast to the truth of what happens within Fort Sorrow’s walls. Satyrs and elves move about the courtyard with a dreamlike grace, their eyes glazed and distant as they gently nurture the flora with an unsettling dedication