The haven of dandelions, roses, and daises, there would be no better description of Golden Plains than a touch of gold. Itís as if the fabled King Midas flew down, caressing every flower and leaf. The sun, also a bright gold high in the sky, rains down little drops of more gold, sprinkling itís magic upon everything within this gemstone of a land.
This land is closed. It is no longer habitable.