The Land of Rain is perpetually shrouded in a fine, misty drizzle. The rain falls like a web of sorrow cast down by the heavens, trapping the entire realm in a haze of gloom and melancholy.
The sky is always overcast, heavy, dark clouds looming as though they might crush the earth beneath them at any moment.
Continuous drizzle patters against the muddy roads, splashing up droplets of turbid water. The buildings on either side of the streets are dilapidated from the erosion of the rain, their walls covered in mottled stains that silently speak of the cruelty of war.
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