One please; Hades Beach.
The untrained eye wouldn't have seen the beach in its deserving form; to the clueless, Hades Beach was but a rocky and terrible shore, home to unforgivingly sharp stones at its edge and uncomfortable, grainy sand that stabbed the middles of toes rather than soothed or brushed between them like water. To the clueless, the beach was not a vacation spot, not a place for musing or getting lost in the caress of the ocean waves. It was simply another extension of Inferni territory, and suited as such: dangerous, uncomfortable, and unforgiving.
But to Razekiel, there was no such thing. It was as if the straw hue of his eyes were a filter; the bright-eyed boy could see things only in vivid and beautiful colors, find flowers were there were none, see sunshine when there was only rain. There was beauty in a dark, overcast sky just as there was beauty in the music of songbirds and the buzz of heat bugs in the hotter months; such things were long gone, however. Perhaps it was simply the change of seasons or the frightful territory itself, but songbirds were already absent and cicadas locked away -- Razekiel would be assured their presence only when the coming winter thawed and the warmer months were on their way. In the meantime, however, as much as he disliked the cold, the hippie liked the snow and its blanket. He liked the changing leaves and their dances on the winds of zephyrs; he liked the smallest, boniest squirrels as they hurried to find the last of their storage for the winter. He liked watching them, of course. Not eating them.
Oh, but Hades Beach! It was so beautiful, even in the winter -- the crash of the waves as the autumn winds pulled and pushed them to and fro were melodious to his dark-tinted ears. The numerous sharp pebbles coated in the sand were nothing against his calloused, thick-skinned and barren soles; the whip of the cold, ocean air was hardly noticed, although his thin, malnourished body was constantly wracked with tremors without the smiling boy's realization. He stood boldly in the water's crest, grinning at the tingling of his ankles and toes against the rush of the icy water. Joint in his mouth (the smoke of which vanishing fast in the busied wind), the hybrid extended his arms against the wind and ocean and beamingly exclaimed, "Oh, Father Ocean! Your waves are marvelous today! You are merciful to keep our land dry!" A strange one, Razekiel was.