The gate opens up onto a dirt road under a canopy. The road leads into a market full of caged creatures and people of all imagining. The 'wares' are wearing heavy magical collars that negate magical powers. The cages themselves look like bird cages, ranging from rusty to ornate depending on the caliber of the merchant. No humans are being sold because merchants think non-magical humans are useless and have no desirable value for coin.

The sky is ever shifting. It can be raining one second and then sunny the next, then a starry night, then a foggy morning. It has no rhyme or reason and the market has accomodated this by having a canopy over head of the market. The canopy has lights on it that are solar activated, so when it darkens, the lights come on. When the sky shifts back to being bright, the lights go out. It gives it a very surreal, disorienting feeling at times. Sometimes the sky shifts are slow (can take hours), and sometimes they can drop in a blink of an eye. There is a magical barrier around the market not to keep people from passing through but rather control the weather. If a cyclone suddenly dusts up next to the market, outside the tents it will rage, but it will fall on an invisible barrier against the side of the market street and never actually touch anything inside.

There are no actual buildings in the market. There are carts along the street with canopies (beneath the main market canopy to weather proof), and tents. Most of the slaves for sale or creatures for sale are on open display through cages. Sometimes they will be put up on platforms or fighting rings hand crafted by the merchants in order to show off desirable skills that the merchants may be trying to peddle.

Assumptions for purchases (i.e. magical pets and/or slaves etc must be run through moderation), before a post is made about it or it will be assumed the merchant will not sell to your character.

The Dream Realm currency is all over the place. They may accept gold or rubies or even dollars, but nothing sold here is cheap.

In the distance, a visitor can behold the shapes of buildings in the Djinn City. It is hard to make out from the Market, but the buildings seem to be gilded in gold and artistically shaped. Off to either side of the market, aside from the unusual weather, there is an unnerving lack of anything. It seems like an endless moor that stretches out as far as the eye can percieve with no discernable fixture or pinpoint. It has a hollow feeling, a vast nothingness. The inhabitants of the Slave Market do refer to it as 'The Nothing' by which all creation is found and lost.

Entering Hollow Hills through the gate, one is met with a candlelit room in the middle of a hollow tree that was grown in that shape rather than killed. It is clear the tree is very much alive and ginormous, white bark of an impossible size. Inside, it has been decorated with streamers of silver silk and smells sweet. There is a nest of deep purple butterflies that live in the tree that will sometimes move about or land on visitors. The grassy knoll is dusted in purple leaves that lead the visitor out into the Silver Veil.

The Goblin Market is a series of buildings built directly into trees much like the one visitors enter through. They are all white barked trees and have been sculpted into building shapes. None of the wood is actually chopped and all of the trees are still very much alive.

Above one's head is a sea of purple and blues, as the leaves of these strange trees aren't green at all. Sparkles of magic or fireflies seem to glitter through the branches, making it seem as if it's a net of constant stars. The trees cast shadow even in the daylight, so the street is lit by hand-carved metal torches in Celtic knots, holding small flames dancing in their throats. Shops have hand-painted signs outside their shops to let visitors know what they sell ranging from exotic pets, to wines, silks, armor, weaponry, spells, palm readings, and many other things.

Beyond the market, there are houses in much the same fashion speckled across a large expanse of forest. The edges of the Silver Veil are clearly marked by a metal overhanging arch to either side. To the east, it says, 'Now Entering the Seelie Kingdom. Likewise, to the west, it reads, 'Now Entering the Unseelie Kingdom'. The arches on each side come down into a clear metal line that runs straight vertical to the Silver Veil, so that all the land is clearly marked as Silver Veil or other. If one travels North, visitors run into the Slave Market where humans are sold and the Gate of the Reaping is guarded by The Crow which is off limits to visitors. If they travel too far South, they hit another gate guarded by The Crow, which is also off limits. Neither of these gates is for visitors of Earth to use. They must exit through the same gate they came into the veil through. There is also a clear warning further South with a sign that says 'Beyond this Point lies the Forgotten', which warns visitors of the line where beyond the carcerei starts.

Stepping out into the Red Light District through the gate, a visitor finds themselves having to catch their bearings a little bit.

The mirror realm, after all, is almost entirely made of mirrors. There is no such thing as 'dirt' in Speculum. Even the ground that people walk on is made of a reflective stone that throws back the color of the sky which is more often then not a pure silver. It's buildings are made of reflective material that throw back images of itself. All the creatures of this realm have aspects of their appearance that are reflective (eyes, hair, etc.).

This place has been designed to be appealing to visitors, however, and all of the buildings are pleasantly shaped with pleasing delicate architecture.

Instead of standing on street corners trying to lure in would be johns (or bettys), the prostitutes of this realm stay indoors and act more like Geisha's. They entertain, sing and are pleasant companions to people who visit establishments. Each establishment has different themes to it, all designed to entice outsiders in. There is a heavy smell of incense, a cloying scent that is caught somewhere between cinnamon, jasmine, and vanilla.

Prostitutes wearing ribbons can dress anywhere from silks and leathers, to latex or nothing at all. The general public, who are not prostitutes, seem to wear modern clothing, but often times their choices are grays or silvers in color. This is to blend in more with their surroundings and make less of a spectacle of themselves.