From within a circle ringed with daisy and snowdrop, the uncouth men of limbo observe the world. Tourists often describe the attraction as “fine”, but smaller than they expected. The earliest descriptions reported the sagacious presence of these ghosts as awe-inspiring and terrifying, despite their height of just above five feet tall. They speak in ancient tongues, unrecognizable to the average listener, but identified by linguists as Mycenaean Greek, Luwian, and Hattic. They sing these unknown utterances, their dulcet tones ringing out for miles despite their apparent reluctance. They all wear expressions of pain, horror, sadness, and anger.
One might expect ghostly priests to wear finery. Instead of outlines silver and gold, their clothes are all coated in charcoal and mud. Many a visitor has attempted to disturb their ritual, but to no avail. The circle of limbo does not surrender. If the interruptions become too severe, one of these uncouth gentlemen will step forward. By now, the signs have been updated to indicate the danger. Once the slightest hair, foot, or elbow of one of the ghosts exits the circle, the exhibit is no longer safe for viewing. The upturned smile of Dipatusu as he follows would-be-saboteurs is not the only disturbing facet of his campaign of terror, but only the first.