Somewhere beyond the horizon, past the Last Peaks of Ophelia, lies the Region of Potential. Here, the landscape metamorphoses daily—a whispering canvas that reshapes with every fleeting thought of its wanderers.
It was on an unremarkable Tuesday that our route diverged from the well-mapped territories of Tarsus, leading into the mists of the Enigma Vale. There are no paths here, only markers on the way—glowing sigils that activate in the presence of a curious soul. These mirrors-to-the-future reveal possibilities as vistas, unseen by the eye but visible to the mind's eye alone.
Our journey's aim: to chart the unchartable. Each valley hides dreams of civilizations unbuilt, each forest breathes out the essence of stories yet untold. Here, time itself seems a suggestion, bending and folding like a well-worn map in a seasoned traveler’s hands.