For many centuries the kingdom of Lunimba lay in lush green forests, while its diverse inhabitants lived in harmony with nature and themselves as artists, artisans and musicians of wide reknown. But the world changed, dark powers rose as friends became strangers, became enemies until even the incomparable peace of Lunimba had fallen to a dark horde that aimed to wipe it from the map forever. Time passed, the world changed and the city with it. Now, nestled in a swamp, Bayounimba stands where Lunimba one stood, and in the distance one hears music, voices and lively hustle and bustle; are these the sounds of today, or a half-remembered echo of its former glories?
Again, I can’t say that I get the description of this region, but I still enjoy it. I like the mix of swamp housing and the river boats. My friend Gora really loved the macabre centre with the hanged dolls and the skulls and weird seating.