Often mistaken for the Land of Mirth, it is in fact where laughter goes to die, clinging to bitter memories and unmade wishes.
A realm wrapped in a deafening silence, home to the great Unheard Yawn River, flows ever on in its majestic Nothingness.
Where placid lakes reflect nothing but the specter of moments that could have been, were they not so comically unlikely.
Traverse into deeper solitude: Open the Abyss