The Floating Isles require an intricate understanding of wind currents. These lands drift perpetually above the azure abyss.
Key to access: Know the sequence of the winds—Labew, Halmi, and Caelum—each lasts precisely three cycles of dawn.
Visualize them as nothing more than clouds transformed into land, elusive as whispers.
Carved from the very bones of the planet's crust, the Obsidian Peaks tower like dark monuments to forgotten gods.
Sightings reported at dawn when the first rays of Helios burn away the night mist.
Residents speak a language older than time; mountain winds translate their thoughts into echoes.
A labyrinth of verdant tangles, where light dances mischievously, ensnaring those who dare to navigate without purpose.
Beware the Chase of the Lost; a continuous pursuit never finding its quarry, fascinating and terrifying in equal measure.
Chart their paths with patience, for each turn holds stories unwritten.