In the great city of the dead, night brings life to the gravesides. Spirits rise as the sun falls. Love is tested. Mysteries are presented. Strangers drift through the stones. Queens. Spiders. Goddesses. Death. In the great city of the dead, a dollar coin might buy your dearest wish. A photographer might capture her own heart. A breeze might reveal a raven. Listen to the sounds of the flute, listen to the soundless fireflies, listen to the ravensong.

 

It's not only ghosts that wander the Necropolis