The Weave

Before memory, it is said that the realms span freely through the expanse, tracing long-dead orbits twixt silent stars. But as space collapsed and the Neverthere grew thin with age, the Weave rushed to fill the gaps, spreading its boughs across the heavens. Now, the Weave is all that stands against the ravages of the Outer Dark. Cities cling to its branches, growing fat on the riches caught within its gravitational pull. But the Weave is old and dark… and to travel between realms is to brave the mysteries at its heart.