The Sea of Fate in the far west of Aiaos plunges over the edge of the mighty Cataract. Only by flight, by hidden paths of stone, or the cyclopaean rope bridges of
Eurosia - the fallen sky city which hangs suspended on the brink of the Cataract - can mortal cross to the grey veil of the Mists, the true borderland of the Song of Una.
Beyond the Mists, the Aerosphere stretches out and up. Delicate palaces hang in the scattered clouds, and air currents rush between them like highways that anyone, even the flightless, can ride. Yet always there is a risk of falling, for beneath gapes the gargantuan maw of the Maelstrom, a terrible vortex of howling winds, in which rocks and other flotsam spin at devastating speeds.
The Song of UN was the first of the elemental realms to be formed in the time of creation.
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