Is it possible to feel a sense of yearning for a world that doesn’t exist anywhere but in your own imagination? Does it make sense that I get a feeling… a pulling in my chest… when I see the coastlines of its central continent? Am I crazy to feel like I’ve been away too long from a place to which I can never actually travel?
Well, you can call me crazy. Just don’t call me late for dinner. (Cue cymbals.)
That world, there, goes by a few names. The magn call it the Shaper’s World, except for those magn who don’t believe in the Shaper. For them, it’s just the world, or Gundifai, which is a compound word derived from what the gundynal and faien call the planet. There’s an older name for the planet, too… but the race that spoke that name is all but extinct, and little more than legend these days. Their name for the world is as little known as they are.
I love this place. I used to stay there for months at a time. I’m going to be spending more time there, soon.
I’ll be inviting you to join me.
Keep a bag ready.
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