DOOR to TWILIGHT

What would a land of dead beings be without a door to gain access to them by? Here lies the Door to Twilight, a gateway to the Dead spirits. This place was once a glimmering ocean of the clearest water, but the advent of war dried it up and left is a barren waste. Now it is fillied with not water, but a teeming mass of spirits, thick as any forest. For the living to walk amongst them would mean death, or something as worse. Perhaps the writhing souls would give them nightmares so vivid they die anyway. Or maybe they will hear voices for the remainder of their inexplicably short lives. In any case, there is almost no way for a living soul to find their way to the Door to Twilight. It is guarded by the blue-eyed, shadow-walker wolf Deseret, subject of the Queen and her court. Any living thing you wanders past this lifeless basin will not only see the sea of spiritual matter, but his ghostly form, standing atop the spiraling gateway in the North.