The Long Twilight
Once there was a whole world. Then came the Long Twilight — not war, not a curse, not the work of any god: a forgetting. The distant lands faded from memory and were erased from maps. The roads that once led everywhere began to lead nowhere. And what remained was one continent, surrounded by endless sea, with a single lake at its center that never freezes: the Heartmere.
While the Heartmere pulses, the land around it lives. The forests grow. The cities endure. The sea does not rise. This is why the kingdom survived when others fell — and why they call it Heartland, the land of the heart, the one that would not forget itself.
The heart has two faces. Under the moon of Ward, the Heartmere's protection reaches all who stand on its earth — mercy, safety, the rule of law. Under the moon of Wild, that protection does not reach — the old rules hold, and each person answers for themselves. The Moongates connect all cities across both faces. No one built them. They have always been.