Here, amidst the crumbling edges of the world, the echoes of voices past linger like ghosts in the fog. Sparse forests of silver-tipped trees break the landscape, their leaves whispering secrets only they understand. Travelers report an odd sensation of turning in circles without meaning to, as if the paths themselves prefer to remain untraveled.
Island Map Snippet
Coordinates: 47°N 26°W
Here, the desert winds carry tales from bygone eras, spoken by sand dunes that shift with intent. Some say the sands have a memory of their own, preserving the footprints of ancients in patterns best left unread. Oasis appear on the verge of mirage, offering solace to the weary, and sometimes... unearthly company at dusk.
Sandy Mirage
Coordinates: 23°S 15°E
See the map to hidden pathsIn the sharp silhouettes of these mountains, the horizon bends in ways that defy comprehension. Climbers often speak of shadowy figures darting between ridges, their forms indistinct yet tangible enough to chill the bone. Here, the sky is a canvas of colors unfathomable to those dwelling below.
Coordinates: 58°N 78°E