The night's sky shines down upon this place as if a fire burns brightly above it during the night, being so high up in the worlds atmosphere the air is thin and the light of the moon can travel down upon its surface far easier than it can on the areas below.
Being high in the clouds however, the moon does not always shine, instead, the area is enveloped in a shrouding mist, flowing in and out of these snow capped peaks. the air is cold and sharp, whisking past your skin at great speeds, kicking up the light drifts of snow as it dances its way through the cracks and the crevices of the mountain summit. The mist coats the ground Like a moving carpet, shifting with every step that your feet take, and lightly coating the bottoms of your legs with a frosty glaze of dew. The mountains side gleams softly under what light there is as the marble surfaces of the buildings here reflect what small amount or rays there are.
The buildings doors and windows are largely compromised of steel bars and large bulky wooden doors, to keep the prying sun out of their depths when ever it shows its smiling face down upon this small town. Meanwhile whilst the sun is hidden behind the shrouding clouds, a few pale figures drift their way though the town, talking to one another quietly as if trying not to disturb the peacefulness of this mountains town, the people here are always famed to be some of the most beautiful of the world, their bodies, tall and slender with an absence of imperfections in their flawless white skin and their shining blue eyes.
Some say that these creatures are not of this world but are descended from angels themselves, cast down from the heavens and made to live on this world as a curse for their wrong doings in the heavens above, whilst others say they where brought up from hell, to tempt the innocent into their ways and to drag them back down to the depths of which they came.