Twilight Highlands -

The Luminari do not measure time in hours or days, but in "Shifts"—the slow rotation of the zodiac constellations visible through the Veil. They build their cities downward, carving "Starlight Vaults" into the living rock of the plateau, with ceilings studded with captured will-o'-the-wisps to mimic the sky above.

To sit upon the Throne (a feat requiring climbing gear and immense willpower) is to be granted a vision. Pilgrims speak of seeing all possible futures at once—a kaleidoscope of joy and horror that shatters the linear mind. Some emerge as prophets. Most emerge as hollowed shells, babbling in forgotten languages. The Valdrian Crown has officially declared the Throne a Class-A Cognitive Hazard and has sent three expeditions to destroy it. All three expeditions now wander the high moors, their eyes replaced by raw amethyst crystals, eternally searching for a throne they can no longer see. To live in the Twilight Highlands is to make peace with uncertainty. There is no dawn to wake to and no dusk to rest. Sleep becomes erratic; outsiders often develop "Twilight Madness"—a condition where the lack of circadian rhythm causes vivid waking dreams and a distorted sense of self. The Luminari, however, have thrived by embracing polyphasic sleep and a diet rich in "Moonglow algae," which contains a compound that mimics natural melatonin. twilight highlands

However, the Highlands have also become a refuge for outcasts. Exiled alchemists, disgraced knights, and heretical priests flee to the twilight, where the crown's laws are as weak as the sunlight. These "Duskers" live in fortified wind-scrapes on the eastern bluffs, trading salvaged relics and potent twilight-maddened hallucinogens with the few foolhardy merchants who risk the mountain pass. There is a grim saying among the lowland folk: "If you want to hide from the gods, go to the Highlands. Even they have trouble seeing in that light." At the center of the Highlands lies its greatest mystery and its greatest danger: the Amethyst Throne. It is not a throne in the human sense, but a natural spire of crystalline rock, thirty meters tall, that pulses with a low-frequency hum. The Luminari believe it is the anchor-point of the Veil. The Luminari do not measure time in hours