Ignore the idiot who ruined my shot.

There was once on that island, where the wind was cold enough to freeze the soul, yet snow and ice never appeared, an abode where those entrenched in pain and agony over an internal invasion and the like would suffer. Many would die, and that decay remains. Having no more to feed upon, it eats itself, decaying and deacaying, until one day, even the land it stands upon is destroyed by the Decay~