Netherese

Market of Paper Moons

Paper moons are folded, painted, and released to light private nights.

The sea is empty below its surface, and towers hang inside it like bells.

Roads flow like water here, and travelers cast nets for forgotten destinations.

Crowns glow beneath the water, marking the graves of kingdoms that chose the sea.

Ice flowers grow in the south and remember the voices of northern seas.

Coral burns with cold fire while ships navigate by lunar tides.

Craftspeople live under giant roots and repair the laws of nature.

Below the earth, warm golden stairs lead to a private heaven.

The empire is visible only in the morning, before the fog remembers it must be opaque.

Books the size of houses lie in the valley, and their pages turn when the seasonal wind returns.