🌌 The Twinkling Graves 🌌
The source of light setting over the top half of the floating island, only to rise over the bottom half. Two separate, but beautiful ecosystems. The sky lit up purple by a distant planet, turning the entire land around purple as well. Everybody living there treats it as if it were sunlight - as if it weren't the most beautiful thing ever to other eyes.
The Cluster of Rest - an entire continent/planet sized area devoted to sleep, rest and recovery, as well as holding the Graves' own Graveyard, and Queen of Death. The capital city, Insomne, celebrates death by dancing the bodies of the deceased through the streets, letting the bodies themselves lie in their graves. Those graves are open graves, allowing the bodies to cultivate crops.
A sack cloth man, with button eyes and a stitched mouth, his belly prominent over his pants and under his night shirt and long nightcap, known by some as Father Midnight. Highduke of the Cluster of Rest, he handles the sleep aspect.He bleeds golden sand, and dreams.
A fey prince who wears pauldroned pink robes, a swirling, crystalline mask and a black under suit, a master of druidic magic, who seeks only to protect a legacy he does not understand. Chantac, the Mournful Heir, sits in a lonely throne, awaiting the truth.
A city built on floating adamantine cubes, run by dwarves and gnomes, technology flourishing with artificers, the cubes never hitting one another, infrastructure built on the switching of gravity.
An entire Cluster devoted to entertainment, bards, dancers, magicians, parties, plays, balls.. all of it. Vegas-style arcana, with beauty in every street.
A Cluster that trains druids and rangers to combat or control insects to prevent the crops being destroyed, as nothing in the Twinkling Graves ages beyond peak maturity. Immortals, all, even the bugs. Even the plants, and people.
Two dead gods, holding each other in a final embrace, the fate that met them millenia upon millenia ago lost to time, palaces built on their bodies and light from their loving forms shining upon the orbiting clusters. After all, the Twinkling Graves has that name for a reason.







