Welcome To Underland

Underland is the world of the dead for all animal creatures, including humanity. Once a creature has come to rest, their essence transfers to this land of the dead in a representational—often warped and grotesque—form, their memories similarly warped. These Underlanders, regardless of species in life, all subscribe to a culture of rigid social norms, supposedly inherited from the golden era of the Underland Queen’s benevolent and regal reign. 

Underlanders cannot bleed and can survive most any injury, save for those inflicted by the roving red carrion birds, the underwocks that roam the land. However, the longer Underlanders exist, the more their minds and bodies decay. The madness that results is a horror ignored and shunned for all—all, except for the great prophet of Underland. 

Those not fully set to rest but still dead in the living world fade between the two places, appearing as a kind of ghost in both, particularly in the dreams of people connected to their lives. 

Underland itself is equal in size to Earth, though its biomes are strange and altered and its physics are often nonsensical. The living cannot ordinarily access Underland, though they may phase into it in times like comas, dreams, or—rarest of all—a fall.

Alisabeth Hara has fallen—fallen into the land of the dead, of flesh and fungus, of bone and blood, of grief. She has fallen to the world she has been living over all her life, in the green-black of the cemetery, of her father. 

She must get back to the real world. At least, she thinks so.