A planet swallowed by the night itself, a world whose surfaced was encircled by an endless sea of black. It wasn't water, but the purest darkness mana that existed in the entire universe, the sea of darkness was as thick as magma and only special vessels could traverse it.
It did not reflect any sort of light, for many scholars believed that no actual light had touched it, and in the center of this planet lay the only land above the sea, a solitary island rising like a wound in the rock.
The island was vast, yet finite, its jagged shores gnawed endlessly by the Black Sea that never recedes. The ground is obsidian-veined stone and ash-soaked earth, warm beneath the feet. No grass grows here. What vegetation exists has adapted to darkness, pale fungi, trees with bark like burned bone, and flowering growths that bloom only when the city's torches dim, becoming a source of unnatural but calming light.
