Today, the continent is in a state of tense, cold-war friction.
On the Morning Side, The Sovereign Concord keeps expanding its borders, laying down deadened-silver Tollroads and arresting anyone who displays extreme public emotion under the charge of Environmental Vagrancy. On the Night Side, The Court of the Pale Tear fiercely protects its wild, melancholic freedom, using weaponized sorrow-floods to wash away the Concord's roads.
Meanwhile, deep in the shadows of the chasm undercroft, an underground rebel syndicate known as The Eclipse Vanguard has begun harvesting toxic Paradox-Ink. They believe the Three Promises are an architectural prison. They are actively plotting to launch a catastrophic heist to shatter the Line of Stillness, aiming to blend day and night into a permanent twilight eclipse—completely blind to the reality that breaking the truce will cause the entire continent to dissolve back into the chaotic void of the Unwrought Wilds.