«An ancient seaside city, lost by the tides of time. Salty, thick, green mossy pungence lines the narrow, empty stone streets. Incense smoke rises from burners, like ghosts of of a distant past, in the hauntingly empty city. An overgrown moat brims with lily pads, it blooms vibrantly with lotus flowers; the delicate magic of the lotus has overcome the city. There’s a dank, sweetly rotting smell, mango in its overripe glory adds a sweetly offensive nostalgia to this place of abandonment. A regal, rich dark wood, agarwood, saffron and elemi, elude to kings of past. They wander the streets like shadowy wraiths bringing a deep sense of foreboding under the glaring sunlight in the stark void of their realm. Its utterly, beautifully haunting, ghostly; Hue is a city of dead kings.» — о моем Hue, он же Город мёртвых королей пишет Mizpanda1 на Фрагрантике!