In a lone traveller's isolation, a universe blossomed from the dual desire of seclusion and a way home. A corridor between light and darkness, filled with the song of the single mind that embraces it.
Home of the Old World, the Bridge World, and the New World.
There are some here that don't belong.
Just as spectrums of existence have an above and a below, so do they have a very heart, nested in the folds of the base and the lofty.
Home of the Earth, the Strata, and the Lahalla.
It is a surprisingly active place.
Within the unconscious mind there are worlds you can't describe. They come to you in dreams, instinct, fear, in snippets you can only begin to understand. Some must live within these worlds, in the dark and uncanny, and hope they may one day find the light.
Home of FATE, SubMerge, and the Red Room.
Don't outstay your welcome.