An island at the bottom of the sea, where She is broken into a second horizon with stale air and alien stars above; a twice-sized sun sinking into the eventide.

No one finds themselves idly upon these shores. This is the Ocean’s heart, and She guards it jealously. If She has brought something here, it was greatly coveted and greedily snatched. The sand is strewn through with sea-smooth gems. Towering stone faces rise unevenly from the dunes, staring out at a world that has forgotten to worship them. In the distance, the roots of the World Banyan knot into a tangled jungle devoid of all greenery. Who knows what forgotten treasures lie therein?

Even the people here are a pathetic sort of trove. A shadowbox of ceramic misfits, plucked from a world that didn’t want them and deposited here. Living Debris of the World Above.

Welcome to Glimmer’s Rim.