The Wake does not welcome travelers. It does not warn them, either. It simply watches. And somewhere, beneath it all, something is waiting and watching. Welcome To Sallow Wake.
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| Created | 26 days ago |
| Last Updated | Yesterday |
| Visibility | Public |
| Size | 0 |
| Type | Continent |
No one agrees on when Sallow’s Wake began—only that it has always been changing. Some claim it was once whole, before roads twisted into pathways that did not exist before. Others whisper that it was never truly complete, that its foundations were laid upon something older, something waiting. Legends speak of a time when the land stood still, when the Crimson Forest did not whisper, when the Crawling Gulf did not rearrange its depths, when the Drowned Expanse obeyed the tides instead of its own will. But those stories carry uncertainty—spoken in quiet tones by those who swear they remember a world that never was.
Sallow’s Wake is a land of shifting boundaries and uncertain terrain. The skies hover in a state of unrest, their constellations drifting—sometimes absent, sometimes forming patterns never seen before. The horizon feels stretched, as if the world itself is expanding beyond its own limits.