#((This is one of my oldest setpieces I have btw

[interdimensionalburnout]

>It's a photo, taken from atop a mossy-green looking hill-top. Berri's standing on a high peak in a false depression. Nead's Folly, the South Pole Exclusion Zone, is a giant tundra that's slowly buried an ancient megastructure, often mistaken by the indigenous cultures as a cursed and forgotten city. All that's visible from the hilltop is the buried upper strata of the super-machine, covered in ice and dirt and rocks, and shot through with too-warm plant life. Mold-like moss covers the ground like grass, and all around the place are spindly forests of ominous, black-blue mushrooms, that seem to have barked-up like trees as they wind high, like redwoods.

>All around the desolate tundra are gold-like structures, overgrown with more alien plants, being choked apart by nearly-translucent strands of unnatural blue mycelia, like giant vines that dig-in and drag-down old spires and hollowed-out towers. Desolation doesn't do the place justice, though, because it tries to seem alive, but even through the film there's a wrongness to the plants in the image, to the very rolling nature of the tundra as it fills a massive bowl in the earth. This isn't life, and it isn't unlife. It's some horrid parody of life, some thing taking on a familiar shape to meet a different goal, unknowable and seemingly hostile, just at a glance.

>Far in the distance is a lonely spire of a mountain, the center-most point of Wayouddy's south pole. A looming mountain that towers above the depression's edge, its base lined with a massive, fungal-consumed wall that even still shines with glimmering adornments. Starting from above the peak of the mountain, and moving outwards in an ever-fading (or brightening) radius, across the horizon, towards the thick black line of mushroom forests beyond... the sky is black. No stars shine above the south pole, no light pierces the memorial site of consumption. The remembrance of the void soothes the mountain, whispers a voice in the very pixels of the photo.

They call the place "Nead's Folly" because an automated message broadcasts within fifty miles of the exclusion zone warning -in every language that exists in this galaxy- to "Avoid at all costs the Follies of Nead."