From the outside, the chapel is visible mostly as a high steepled roof with an unreachable bell tower and an equally unreachable bell. The walls are coated in blue plaster that has fallen away in places, leaving a sky-like pattern on the outside. Inside, the old chapel maintains an aura of peace. No one can say which god was worshiped, if any that a unicorn would know. It lacks pews, suggesting worship was done standing or on the ground. There are steps leading up to a platform on which a rotting old lecturn stands, with a few notes, all but ruined by time, still upon it. The windows are stained glass, fogged and blurred by time so that the colors and shapes are hardly visible. The wall sconces are filled with old wax and the bugs trapped inside. The only ornamentation found is in looking up. A fresco, all but perfectly preserved by time, is painted on the ceiling. It is a circle with something like a star in the middle. in between the points of the star are the breeds, each in its corner, all eyeless. Running inside the circle are the silloutes of unicorns, each one running to be the next, each breed flowing into the other. and at the bottom, by the door...a piece of plaster is missing, so that you cannot see what the final image was.

A gleamingly white stone wall once surrounded the town, with fortified watchtowers at each corner and a single iron-studded gate. The gate has long since fallen from its hinges, the towers collapsed inward upon themselves, the walls swathed and pulled over by the encroaching vegetation of the forests beyond. They have, however, served their purpose as a last defense, for the wilds have not yet consumed the town they guarded.

The center of the town, once bustling with activity, and now empty and silent save for the occasional intrusion of the wind. It possesses few features of note, save for its single white-blooming magnolia and the well built beneath it. It is fairly wide, many paces across, paved in broken and corroded cobblestone.