Hidden Purpose: On the surface, it’s a government-mandated “Rehabilitation Program” for troublemaking demis and supernaturals. Behind the curtain? It’s a volatile pressure cooker meant to either break you down or force you to play nice—or else.

Location: Deep in an unmarked forest, surrounded by enchantments, wards, and illusion barriers. You don’t find Larkspur. It finds you when you’ve officially become society’s problem.

Duration: “Summer” is a loose term. Some get out in a few weeks. Others… never leave. (The official excuse? “They weren’t ready.”)

The Mess Hall – Pinewood interior, gingham curtains, old radio playing fuzzy golden oldies. The menu is full of camp classics—mac n’ cheese, mystery stew, s’mores—but somehow it’s always… exactly what you were craving. Even if you didn’t say anything out loud. (Ignore the fact that the head chef is a Djinn. Nothing wrong with that.)

The “Therapy” Shack – Staffed by either soft-hearted idealists or sadists with degrees. Depends on the hour.

The Isolation Bunker Meditation Cabin! – Where the “really bad” ones go to think on their actions and collect themselves again ❤️ . No one talks about it. You just hear screaming when the wind blows right.

The Warden’s Lodge – Off-limits. Always locked. Rumors say something… or someone… is inside.

The Fire Pit Circle – Where campers gather for story night. Some of the stories tell themselves now.

The Friendship Garden – A beautiful maze of hedges and flowers. It’s… bigger than it looks. People get lost for hours. Sometimes longer. But you usually do come back if you take cooperation and team spirit to heart. Usually.

The Craft Cabin – Harmless on the outside. But you always leave with something you don’t remember making. A doll. A sigil. A bone-and-glue charm. It doesn't look like a Voodoo den. Why would it?

The Sunspot Trail – It’s not a trail, darling. It’s a ritual dressed up like a wellness hike. - Every camper must walk it alone once during their stay. It’s in the rules. Not finishing it… well... you can try, sure.
> > Path Features: The path seems to loop, but campers say it never looks the same twice. Trees shift. The counselors call it “emotional growth.” The older campers call it “being hollowed out and filled with light.”
Wooden signs with motivational affirmations carved in—except sometimes the letters move while you’re watching:
> “Keep Your Eyes Forward”
> “Don’t Listen If It Knows Your Name”
> “Burn Nothing But Fear”

Tagline: “Because personal space is healing. And also safer for everyone else.”

One camper. One cabin. One long, long silence. These darling little bungalows are spaced just far enough apart to feel private… or isolated, depending on how you’re doing mentally.

Exterior Vibe: Honey-stained wood, flower boxes under every window, fairy lights strung across the tiny porch. Absolutely Pinterest-worthy. You will be lulled into thinking it’s safe. That’s part of the charm.

Interior Aesthetic: Clean, minimal, and just a little too curated.
> A cozy bed with embroidered blankets.
> A desk with a built-in mirror (that some swear doesn’t always reflect you).
> One drawer that locks. Oh not for your important things. It locks against you. Silly thing, you don't need a safe or anything. Who would steal from you here?

Perks™:
> A fully stocked “Reflection Journal” that writes back some nights.
> Personalized windchimes that play notes you’ve only ever heard in dreams.
> A “Calm Bell” outside the front door. Ring it in an emergency. Just… be sure you’re ready for what answers.

🚫 Additional Information as to why no Bunk Beds:

Ah yes, the Great Bloodbath of Bunkhouse ‘07™.

Back when they tried “group living for trust-building,” the results were… messy. Fangs, claws, and psychic backlash flying before breakfast.

Staff blamed “teen hormones.” Campers blamed the dark thing that crept down from the rafters.

Thus: Solo cabins. For your sanity, safety, and because cleaning brain matter out of curtains is just exhausting.

Tagline: “Because personal space is healing. And also safer for everyone else.”

One camper. One cabin. One long, long silence. These darling little bungalows are spaced just far enough apart to feel private… or isolated, depending on how you’re doing mentally.

Exterior Vibe: Honey-stained wood, flower boxes under every window, fairy lights strung across the tiny porch. Absolutely Pinterest-worthy. You will be lulled into thinking it’s safe. That’s part of the charm.

Interior Aesthetic: Clean, minimal, and just a little too curated.
> A cozy bed with embroidered blankets.
> A desk with a built-in mirror (that some swear doesn’t always reflect you).
> One drawer that locks. Oh not for your important things. It locks against you. Silly thing, you don't need a safe or anything. Who would steal from you here?

Perks™:
> A fully stocked “Reflection Journal” that writes back some nights.
> Personalized windchimes that play notes you’ve only ever heard in dreams.
> A “Calm Bell” outside the front door. Ring it in an emergency. Just… be sure you’re ready for what answers.

🚫 Additional Information as to why no Bunk Beds:

Ah yes, the Great Bloodbath of Bunkhouse ‘07™.

Back when they tried “group living for trust-building,” the results were… messy. Fangs, claws, and psychic backlash flying before breakfast.

Staff blamed “teen hormones.” Campers blamed the dark thing that crept down from the rafters.

Thus: Solo cabins. For your sanity, safety, and because cleaning brain matter out of curtains is just exhausting.

Shimmering water, crystal clear by day. Surrounded by sunny docks, handmade canoes, and wildflower meadows. Picture perfect.

The camp handbook says “No Swimming After Sundown – Let Sleeping Waters Lie” with a big smiley face. 😃

Every sign near the lake has the same phrase burned into the wood:
“She Only Wakes at Night.”

No one will explain who she is.
You can paddleboard. You can skip stones. But if you see your reflection blink back? Run.

🌺 The Larkspur Field – “The Hour’s Walk”

Tagline: “One hour there. A lifetime after.”

🌿 Basic Overview:

A vast, untouched meadow hidden deep in the woods—exactly a one-hour hike from the camp, no more, no less. The trail to it? Only visible at dawn and just before dusk.

Covered in tall, lush, purple-blue Larkspur flowers that sway in rhythm even when there’s no wind.

Campers are required to visit once at the end their stay. It’s considered a “milestone of progress.”Counselors call it “reflection time.” Older campers call it “The Reckoning Picnic.”

💐 Rules of the Field:

1. You must go alone. No exceptions.

2. You must bring something to leave behind—a memory, a regret, a secret.

3. You must return before dark. If you don’t?

> Your cabin stays locked until morning.
> You’re not marked absent… you’re marked “In Bloom.”
> “She’s just blooming today,” Miss Dahlia once said with a smile too wide.

🧠 Effects of the Field:
The flowers are mildly hallucinogenic. Some say it’s from spores. Others say it’s from the magic of so many regrets buried in one place.

Campers report visions of:

> Loved ones lost.
> Alternate lives.
> Themselves—only better, or worse.
> The camp burning, over and over, in a perfect loop.

Time feels flexible in the field. An hour can feel like five minutes… or five years. Some come back older. Inside.

🕯️ What the Field Is Really For (Shhh):

It’s a mass grave.

Not in a bloody way—more ritualistic. Intentional. Elegant.

Every time a camper disappears, new Larkspur grows in perfect rings.

The field is a memory sink—designed to absorb the worst parts of campers, storing them so the rest can “heal.”

Some campers come back lighter.

Some come back emptier.

Some just… stay there, staring, whispering apologies into the blooms.

✨ Lore & Superstition:

The original Warden is said to have vanished into the field one night and returned with no eyes—but the camp got “better” afterward.

Some campers plant tokens—lockets, teeth, old diary pages—hoping to “let go.” Others claim the field gives something back in exchange.

Counselors won’t enter the field. Even Coach Brock. Even Velda.

💡Add-ons:

“Larkspur Letters” – Some campers leave notes behind in the field. Counselors somehow find them without entering the field and use them for obedience training.

The Lake and the Field are Connected. At night, the reflection of the Larkspur field shows on the surface of the lake… but it moves like a dream, and sometimes a figure is waving back.

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