Netherese

Workshop of New Worlds

Here, panoramas become places: a horizon first, then weather, memory, and a door.

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.

Engines inside the mountains sing in the morning and keep the peaks awake.

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

The palace exists in the overlap of a huge book and changes whenever someone reads it.

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.

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

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