Seven suns rise and set in Transcendence land of many sunrises and sunsets. Denizens rest for only a few hours at a time. They dream deeply in between sleeping and waking. They love to record and share their dream journals. Although the land looks vast, a pack of wolves can race across all of Transcendence in a day. A woman walking can cross through its flowered fields in two. Denizens know each aspect of their land well: where to find the juiciest wild fruits and where the trees grow jewels. Jewelers polish the precious stones and present them as gifts to other lands. No one wages war on Transcendence despite its known bounty. All believe, at least superstitiously, that it ought to be preserved.
“It’s a beautiful land with thoughtful, quiet, and surprisingly humble people,” says Miss Emeline.
Stone pillars, etched with the names of Heroes, mark Identity. It takes magic to find and enter it. Identity transports seekers to its haven. Other stumble into Identity’s graces.
“The air is clear and healing,” says the Guide. It cleans the lungs. Massages inner organs. Brightens the skin and hair.
“Soak in the pools of Identity. Eat our crisp fruits,” says the Guide.
The trees of Identity drop leaves that float like feathers. Therefore, Identitians dress like peacocks. They carry themselves with assurance.
“When you leave, take a plume of Identity away with you. Wear it in your hat. Use it as a writing quill. Carry our magic with you and return to Identity at will," says the graceful and generous Guide.
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