In the desolate expanse of the Lost Caribea, where the sands sing songs of yesteryears, lies the Castle of Shattered Echoes. Its turrets, pierced by the claws of dusk, stand as silent sentinels to the abyss below. One must beware the Fifth Council's Curse, decreeing that any who dare penetrate its shadowy gates will find themselves eternally enshrined within its sepulcherous walls, their whispers woven into the very fabric of twilight.
Further north, where the Frigid Sea kisses the edges of memory, the Polar Citadel of Phantom Lullabies creaks under the weight of ancient stars. Here, lilac-hued spirits trawl the icy waters, pleading for dreams long buried beneath crystalline depths. Yet, none who have tread this frozen realm return unchanged; their gaze, now a mirror, reflects the void's embrace.
Amidst the heart of Ivyforge, a land forsaken by seasons, an ever-spinning wheel of shadows stitches reality to reverie. The weaver, clad in solitude’s garb, spins tales in tongues forgotten. Many adventurers catch their breath within these lands, though their grasp upon reality slips, as fog upon dew-laden grass. Only the bravest followers of the Lost Cartographer dare map these dreams anew, though madness is oft their only prized harvest.