Four dreamlike worlds, no straight coastlines between them. Pick a coordinate and fall in.

A warm sea lit from below. The crooner sings from a stage that is also a boat. Bioluminescent tide rolls in on the beat. Smells of salt and applause.
enter Geldra →
Sunset that never sets. Cone vendors on a lava shore. Everything is mildly on fire — nobody concerned. The DJ once played a three-hour set here mid-eruption.
enter Roctar →
A green hush where the Orbcaller hovers. Crystal formations hum at frequencies the body understands before the mind does.
enter Zarn IV →
Lavender twilight parlours and painted aristocrats. The warp wheel turned unbidden once — the aftermath is still being negotiated.
enter Luminaar →the reach is still expanding — new worlds surface every season.