A little mini-sketch thing I cooked up for a worldbuilding/TTRPG project of mine.
The world looks very different now, following the Great War. Why have the Sun and Moon split in halves? Where have the constellations gone? What is it that lies south of the equator, beyond that endless, shimmering wall of blackened light? Those who've dared push beyond that threshold return mangled, minds ravaged, their very humanity wrung from the twisted husk that remains. That is, if they return at all...
The gentle rumblings of tracks beneath your feet rock you from a dazed slumber. Barely thinking, your hands scrape away flecks of dried sand from your heavy eyes which might have been left there for days... 'til dim, orange light seeps in from the world around.
