Netherese

Gardens Beneath the Bells

Every bell in the garden rings for a flower that blooms only once.

Historians catalog ruins before they happen, hoping to warn the cities that will become them.

Stones grow feathers and migrate slowly across the sky every winter.

Merchants gather under the bronze moon to trade memories, monsters, and names.

Huge bells made from ancient bones ring only for cities that have not been founded yet.

Wells migrate across the sand, and entire caravans follow their quiet bells.

The portal is broken, but its shadow still travels to other worlds.

The city hangs on chains, clouds, and the stubborn faith of its architects.

Every clock shows a different time because each quarter lives in its own past.

Houses smile at travelers and argue with statues in the square.

Comets fall softly here and grow into trees with burning fruit.

The wind carries songs along the valley, reshaping hills and opening new roads.