They were standing on a ledge at the top of a massive, bowl-like valley. The far end was open, but all the bounding “walls” were steep and lined with twisting ridges, sparsely dotted by a few trees. On the valley floor was a town, ruined and abandoned, the houses falling apart or due to collapse at any moment. It covered most of the ground and was split in two with a river rushing through the center. Trees grew freely in the few open spaces. Decorated with snow, it looked gray and desolate, a place nopony wanted to think about again. Nothing had damaged the houses beyond erosion and time; the ponies living there had just packed up and left one day long ago.