Auralis
The Boundless Sky. The Breath Unending. The Aerisian Twilight.
Auralis is an infinite realm of sky, wind, and weightlessness—a vast expanse without ground or horizon, where the concept of “up” and “down” is shaped only by wind currents and floating masses. It is a plane of open freedom and drifting wonder, where the world is never still and where nothing remains anchored for long.
The sky of Auralis changes subtly and constantly. Sunlight, moonlight, and starlight all exist simultaneously in certain places, creating a kaleidoscope of light that dances across the mist. In some regions, towering cloud forests float together like archipelagos, filled with glowing moisture, cascading rainbows, and storm-woven arches of vapor.
Scattered throughout the realm are islands of stone, crystal, and even enchanted ice, suspended in the air by powerful magical currents or buoyed on constant updrafts. These floating landmasses range from mountain-sized citadels to tiny platforms no wider than a dinner table. Some hold forests of wind-blown trees, others are shaped like shattered ruins, and many drift aimlessly through the atmosphere, colliding, merging, or breaking apart over time.
Storm systems move through Auralis with minds of their own—spiraling tempests of sound and pressure, some gentle enough to rock you to sleep, others violent enough to tear apart stone and sound alike. Entire regions are given over to aurora fields, where colors ripple through the breathable air, echoing like distant music. High above, near the edge of the plane's reach, rare pressure domes form—spherical, translucent globes that reflect sound and light with eerie clarity, often filled with whispering winds that seem to speak.
Water exists in Auralis, but it falls in strange forms: floating lakes, reverse-falling rain, or massive suspended clouds of mist and fog that carry condensed humidity for hundreds of miles before breaking into bursts of gentle drizzle or spiraling geysers.
Gravity in Auralis is inconstant and strange. Some regions tug lightly downward, others sideways, and some seem to deny gravity entirely, letting objects and creatures drift freely in slow spirals. The deeper into the plane one travels, the more chaotic and surreal these gravitational effects become, with entire weather systems orbiting invisible points or colliding like waves.
Auralis is not empty—it is alive with motion, echoing with silence, wind, and the slow turning of unseen forces. It is a plane of liberation and transience, where nothing stays, and everything flows.
“Auralis has no edge to find—only the wind, the drift, and the space between.”
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