A deciduous stretch of ancient forest separates Centuria and Lunaria. Lush with mosses, the air is a wet and tangible permeating mist. Musty pines umbrella the forest floor in navy shadow, a serene labyrinth and haven for many. Within its center, a choice: one stretches forward as a strip of dry land through flood-plains to a small isle, harboring the heart of Eshteth. The other: sends one to the Chasm.
A reflection of Essence' shadow, the deepest churns of earth and black space. This material, and yet immaterial pit of drowning consciousness is a winding tunnel filled with such darkness that the bio luminescent fungal life on its walls is oft too bright. It leads into a great cavelike abyss, wherein one is enveloped by the very core of blackness, and is said to meet Essence itself.