Beneath the shadowed eaves of towering moors lies a realm where the echoes of a twisted legacy are as pervasive as the creeping mists that roll in with the setting of each sun. Here, in the Pocket Domain known as Misselthwaite, a once innocent soul has been corrupted.
It rises out of the fog, its steep, gabled roof speaking of severity and discipline. The house, a Richardsonian Romanesque mansion, seems to glower at them from beneath its two sharp-browed gables above the third-floor windows. The heavy crossbeam supporting the front portico looks like a grim mouth.
The garden, suffused with ancient magic and untainted growth, stands as a stark contrast to the manor and its lord's pervasive decay.
Colin, the child lord of Misselthwaite, is a figure of tragedy. Cursed with a frail body, he found solace in dark magic, which granted him power but bound him to his domain. He is both the master and prisoner of the manor and the surrounding moors, his soul intertwined with its very foundations. His greatest torment is the Secret Garden, a reminder of the purity and innocence he can never reclaim.Â