Where places that have fallen and decayed, or constants
that have met their untimely end. There they will stand, again. For in a neighbouring space, existing on top of the original reality. Buildings and cultural artefacts stand invisible to all but a few. Those who collect what is lost, savage what little wreckage can be saved, and fix those tall buildings in the realm of Lamentation. Where in the midst of frustration, sadness and regression enough is saved to soften the blow, and to be studied for years to come. It can be learnt from all that had made them before, and all the memories they still hold of those people who visited, or lived there for years before.