[h3]Outside the walls east of Yahar'gul, northwest of Yharnam[/h3]
After a quick stop at the Yharnam Headstone to label their until now unnamed marker “Industrial Ward Square” – earning a quick “Oh, so that's what that is,” from Gerlinde – the party of Hunters turned their attention to the Unseen Headstone. There, sitting just above the labels of “Castle Cainhurst” and “Vileblood Queen's Chamber”, they found the marker for “Outside Yahar'gul”. Armed with new insight, new knowledge, new runes (with Ophelia making one final switch to the Dream Rune as they were leaving) and new weapons, they underwent the usual process of traversing the headstones, leaving behind the wet and windy Dream for a more uncertain Waking World.

The place the four of them reawakened at this time, next to a regular post with a lantern manned by Gatekeeper Messengers, was quite different from any they had gone to until now. So far they had stayed within Yharnam itself, either the Upper Cathedral Ward built high above the ground at the heart of the Healing Church or in the eastern part of the city. The most they had had was a view to the mountains, hills and plains east of the city, and though Ophelia or Farren might have traveled Yahar'gul in their past lives, the area looked completely different now.
Ophelia had seen some of it before, in the Memory of Stars; a wide swath of wasteland surrounding a thirty meters tall, sheer wall of dark stone that towered over them to their west. The soil under their feet was dry and loose, more like dust than sand, with not so much as a single root, blade of grass or drop of moisture to bind it together, as if life itself had been drained from the area. It had not always looked like this, but had been surrounded by grassland, trees and even a river, but following the Night of the Blood Moon all of that seemed to have been lost to the horrors that taken the Unseen Village. Now this dark place simply stood as a monolith among the blasted earth, with the shifting dirt occasionally being broken by hints of mostly buried remains of carriages, animals and people, with who knows how much more lost beneath its surface.
To the north and east of them they would see the northern mountains bordering Yharnam cut off the land, much closer here than in the city, and to the south they could see the towering structures of the Cathedral Ward, and the rest of Yharnam beyond it. Though they could not see it from here, traveling further south would eventually reveal Hemwick and the Forbidden Woods beyond it to the southwest, and if they continued circling they would eventually see the sea to the west, in which the island crowned by Castle Cainhurst resided.
Looking along the wall north and south alike, it appeared flat and unbroken, with no gate or hole in sight.

Practically immediately upon arriving, Ophelia would feel noticeably different than she did normally when leaving the Hunter's Dream. Unlike the other times she had left when the very sense of the air around her gave her a palpable sensation of leaving the Nightmare and returning to the Waking World, she now found that the feeling of the Nightmare lingered... and here, she found, the Nightmare felt very different than in the Dream. The Dream felt safe and comfortable, if somewhat tinged with a profound sense of regret and sadness, but here... here the Nightmare was full of fear and agony. It felt almost like a song she could feel resonating with her very bones rather than hear, carried on the dry, dust-filled wind that glittered faintly in the moonlight; a baleful dirge, conveying the fate of those who once lived here... and any who might try to enter now.
She would likely also notice quite quickly that they, even immediately upon arriving, were being watched. Two giant creatures of some kind sat the top of the wall around Yahar'gul, one on top of the wall and the other clinging to the sheer side of it, and slowly turned their heads toward them. The impression that they were looking at her was only an impression, however, since their huge, bulbous heads looked more like tumors or hives of some manner of terrible insect than actual heads, with what appeared to be tentacles or roots sticking out of it this way and that. The bodies connected to the heads likewise deform, branching out into three pairs of obscenely long arms ending in massive six-fingered hands.
“Amygdala,” Gerlinde repeated the name they had heard once before from Moira, pointing to the creatures, though only Ophelia would be able to see them. “There are swarms of them here.”