Before stopping at the ghost's house, your curiosity drives you to explore around a bit. As you walk, you quickly notice that the streets are but a suggestion, as no grass nor fences delimit the beaten dirt ground.

Along the main road, you find a few shops providing basic necessities for the living, such as food and medical supplies. It seems that even here in Final Rest, the Kirin Empire's Seven Sacred Pillars of Civilization are being upheld.

At the town's centre appears to be some kind of festival. Countless lanterns and vibrant decorations invite revellers to partake in numerous games and win various prizes — some with an eerie glow, and others without.

The edge of town, by contrast, is dark and quiet. A few lone farm houses stand in wide, stone-fenced fields, where lightless crops grow undisturbed. A few insects have found their way here, chirping away at the endless night.

Honourshine: "I always thought I would be scared of ghosts, but this town... it's not at all what I imagined."

Moonflower: "Yuh uh."

Tsu-Ko: "Some ghosts are scarier than others, but these are all peaceful — hoof-picked by Ryokasei himself."

Honourshine: "And he built all of this so ponies could spend time with the ones they lost?"

Tsu-Ko: "Or for the chance to say goodbye."

Honourshine: "... Hm. Well, this is depressing."

Tsu-Ko: "It's bittersweet. Prayers to Ryokasei are always tragic, so for many, this is a place of healing. For some, it's all they have left. A dark design and a ray of hope all the same."

You think on those words as you walk back to Petals's house. Your eyes linger on ponies with their ghostly friends and lovers, sons and daughters, and find that despite the profound sadness that once led them here, they are all smiling...

It takes a while for you to find your way as most of the houses look the same, but you eventually make it back to the one with three golden petals above the door. Once inside, you light a nearby candle, which burns brighter than you're used to.

The interior of the house is simple yet cozy, and thankfully not as dusty as expected. It features a dinner table next to a sunken hearth — similar to Lexicon Anathema's house —, and a small wet room for your mortal convenience.

The floor is covered in soft woven straw mats, upon which you unfurl your bedrolls. Moonflower is quick to settle into yours, and has already fallen asleep by the time you consider what to do next.