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Located in the capital city of Aeropolis, this building serves as a meeting place of the Council, a government building, where everything related to the government of Aerie takes place. The building is a dome, with painted stars in the ceilings and oatmeal colored columns outside and fancy, sculptured hedges. And it's not just for the council, but many open speeches are presented here and so are votings.

Quiet a few number of cars driving through the narrow, threadlike alley are the ones that does not park; but to drive in, glance (maybe with an awe), and drive out. But we can all see the reason just by the look of those houses. Ornamental, curled balconies, each graced with a good chunk antique figures, make a private stage for those inside the wealthy, peaceful condos. Climbing ivies camouflage a humble amount of stone walls and stop at the edge of the petite neighborhood for the calm ocean to take your breath. Studio Oceanie, is the home to the luxury, quiet life--a well choice, only if you can afford it!

On the outskirts of the city, shadowed by all the smog and the fog from the sea, District 00 is well secluded and hidden. It’s named “District 00” because it is the only district in Aerie—much like the number “0”, having nothing at all. The cracked city roads are very narrow and the gray-scaled, graffiti buildings push you down, blocking what’s left of the smog-filled sky.
The district is poverty-stricken, where most of the crimes hit, where most of Aerie’s factories are located, and where most people do not know of its existence. It’s like District 00 doesn’t even exist at all; if you look at any tourist’s map, you will that the area is not labeled at all.

The Bayfield Schools house students in grades from k-12. Five buildings sit neatly inside the Tonan River. Each inch of the wall created neatly and petite, holds students in uniforms, looking at the board. This school is among the higher standard of schools, and gets funded every year by rich parents. Uniforms are seen among the students, with blue skirts/pants, white t-shirts with tan jackets over them, classic Bayfield colors. A playground in the back, white boards, black lab tables and a bus lot and car lot can be seen when driving by. Cars of all sorts of shapes and sizes are scattered among the lot by high schoolers, and buses are seen at the beginning of the day, dropping the students off, and at the end, picking them up. The buses take the students all across town, and some even go into the city.

A small neighborhood can be seen, sitting on the east side of Apple Town. Small houses line the roads, with sharply trimmed grass in the front, a tree here and there, and bright beautiful flowers in almost every front porch. Kids can be seen from square windows and on the road, with lemonade stands in the summer and hot chocolate stands in the winter. Squirrels dart up trees in the large backyards of the houses and a dog barking can always be heard somewhere among the houses. A playground sits off to the side with little kids running around, laughing. And across the playground is a large pool, only open during the summer.

The Ellayton Estate is located across the Tonan River, separating itself from Ollayle Estate. Only the rich are housed here, for they are the only ones who can afford it. These houses are giant, enourmous even, and beautifully designed. Large windows and intricate designed columns can be seen on the outside, as well as beautiful flowers, tall trees and expensive cars. A pool and a playground are located near the heart of the estate, and children can be seen around, playing with each other.

A beautiful library stands in the middle of Vichen Alley and that is the Lewarver Library. It's origins are unknown, but it's amount of books is pratically unlimited. Large windows in the front let sunshine fall upon customers and the books, giving a serene feeling to the bookstore. Large plants can be seen in corners of the store and a small waterfall is in the back. At the front sits a little man, waiting to check you out. He is the owner of the bookstore, well he has been for the past 30 years. The Lewarver Library has three floors of books, allowing you to choose the one you want. With a smile and a handshake, the little man gives you your books and you are on your way out.

Large oaks and pines cover this vast area of land, creating the Melswood Forest, a place of beauty and sereneness. Sweet syrup falls from trees onto the floor, with a drip drip. A small chocolate ribbon of a path curves in between the trees, guiding visitors among the never ending vastness of the forest. Large maple trees stand among the oaks and pines and all sorts of other trees stand in the areas left. Below all of the largeness, something tiny takes up the are on the ground. Ferns, bushes, weeds, and thorns cover the earth with a thick layer all around. The sunlight tries to break through the canopies of leaves, casting shadows here and there, a kaleidoscope of light and shadow.

Navajo Lake was found in the middle of Melswood Forest. It's surface reflects the light of the sun, making the air around it dance with colors. Waves can be seen, swimming across the lake's smooth surface, giving the look to the lake as if it was moving. Birds can be heard from the surrounding forest, along with woodpeckers, chattering squirrels, all sorts of animals big and small, and the quiet talk of people on the shore. The fish are plentiful here, and the view draws people from all over the town and city. Some trails lead straight through the forest to the lake, while others curve, twist, and turn through the forest before finally reaching the lake.

The soil that you’re standing on happens to be one of the most fertile soils in Aerie, perfect for farming. It’s hard to see it from here, but if you were to see Syrup Farms in an aerial view, the farming fields are organized neatly in squares, each filled with crops or livestock. Back on human feet, because of the land is so flat, you can see over the fields to Aeropolis, the forest, and the mountains across the Syrup River that circles this field. There are many decorated windmills in this area and they don’t serve just for energy—but they’re actually houses!

Durango Mountain Resort towers over Aerie like a giant majestic castle. Its tops touch the sky and looking up from the floor of the mountain range, they only thing that eyes can make out is a heavily dense mist. Large, wooden cabins are clustered in small groups, forming their own private communities, but as the traveling individual makes his way up, the number of cabins diminishes in size until only a few are scattered every occasional mile. Perfect for skiing, snowboarding and the lot, many tourists are attracted to this place for one rarely gets to enjoy beauty, wilderness, and the rush of peril all in one. Most of the range is dedicated to animals and hiking. Instead of taking the place for themselves, people feel the need to leave the vast unknown wild to itself.

In the middle of the Rilswood Forest, sits a beautiful lake. Twice the size of the Navajo Lake, people go boating here all the time. Vallecito Lake is the most beautiful thing in the darkness. It's surface shimmers as the moonlight carefully settles on the rolling waves.

As you make your way, tip-toed, avoiding the glass shards, a metal clunk, an almost unrecognizable turbine, you will stop halt at a ship. The plane, or remnants of what it used to be, is sunk in the sands almost half way, its red paint peeling, the other side a fragile, corroded metal. The ocean has taken parts of the ship… or was it the other way around that the ocean brought the ship to the shore? You will never know the legend behind it, the lost captain, the lost crew from many decades ago, but you only know that it has not been removed for the sake of the tourists and the sake of the birds who sit atop of the plane. Or otherwise, this beach may have been useless, where people used to throw away trash, where you cannot swim due to the harsh tides and its dangerous waves and the sharp jagged rocks that peek above the surface of the water.

Locked and stored~