Situated on a hill near the northern end of town, the square serves as a gathering place for Calliope Town’s citizens. It is the setting for numerous events, from local festivals to family functions, and is also home to the town’s most recognizable landmark: the grand old clock tower that sounds off the hours of the day with its brassy chimes. A small but tidy little park surrounds the main plaza, and the center is marked by a stately fountain.

The heart of Calliope Town, the Marketplace is home to most of the local shops and businesses, as well as the residence of many townsfolk. From dawn until dusk, street vendors hawk their wares, and shop owners welcome customers to come in and have a look at their merchandise. While most of the stores are located on the town’s main thoroughfare, the Marketplace actually branches out onto surrounding streets, with various shops popping up among otherwise residential areas.

On the northern end of town, not far from the square, lies the community known as Upper Calliope. Primarily a residential area, it is home to most of the town’s upper class. Stately manors line either side of the street, each spaced a comfortable distance from its neighbors, with each rivaling the next in size and splendor. Not a single flower is out of place in their gardens, and each home is enclosed either by a fence or perfectly-manicured hedges.

The majority of the local population resides in Central Calliope, which is perhaps the most charming area in what is already a very charming town – all picturesque gardens and white picket fences. Much of this section of the town is spread over several peninsulas, capes, and islands all connected by stone bridges and strips of land. Quaint little cottages and shops are scattered throughout, many of them with a spectacular view of the ocean.

Although a few businesses have set up shop in Lower Calliope, the area is primarily a housing district for the town’s lower class. The buildings sit crowded together with only a few narrow alleyways here and there, giving the whole place a somewhat cramped appearance. Many of the homes appear weather-worn and perhaps a bit dingy, but they nevertheless hold a certain sense of charm, especially when viewed next to the picturesque little harbor.

On the southern fringes of town, the pavement eventually gives way to a sea of grass, ever-swaying in the fickle coastal breeze. And beyond that lies the valley’s shoreline, where white sand meets sparkling, turquoise water. A long, wooden pier stretches out into the waves, and further down the beach, on a little cape, stands the old lighthouse. A handful of townspeople live in the area, but their cottages are built higher up, on cliffs overlooking the sea.

The outer limits of Calliope Town see the buildings gradually spread out, separated by trickling brooks and rolling hillsides. Winding dirt roads lead through farms and ranches and vineyards, and wooden signposts provide directions at every fork. There are no streetlamps to light the way after dark, except for a solitary lamppost at the forest’s edge. Its light shines over the stone bridge leading into town – once used as a beacon to those traveling the woods at night.

Where the fields end, the woods begin. And Piccolo Forest looks like something one might find in the pages of a storybook. Sunlight trickles through thick canopies overhead, while the earth below lies covered in a carpet of leaves and moss. Well-worn paths cut through the labyrinth of trees, but getting lost is still very possible, especially after dark. For when the sun sets, the woods take on an eerie atmosphere – changing from a fanciful illustration into a dark and foreboding fairytale forest.

With a surface area covering several square miles, Lake Clarinet is easily the largest body of water in the region. It lies just south of the Alto Mountains, where towering evergreens dominate the landscape and the air has a slight crispness about it. On a clear day, the lake reflects a perfect image of the sky above, mirroring every shade of blue and every drifting cloud. It is a popular vacation spot for tourists, as evident by the campgrounds and cabins scattered around the lakeside.

With jagged, craggy peaks that seem to pierce the very sky, the Garmon Mountains loom high above the valley below. Much of the land around the range is heavily-wooded, but unlike Piccolo Forest further south, the underlying terrain here is hilly and rugged. Traveling through the mountains can make for quite a dangerous journey, but there are some safe, well-worn trails – including the steep path that leads up to the area’s famous bath house.