Eraesil

Eraesil is strange, for all it's mundanities and regular habits there are just and many absurdities, oddities, and anomalies that surround and perpetuate it. It's mere qualities define it as almost a paradoxical and self-contradictory landmass, yet it simply feels at one, not minding how jarring it may seem to have such opposing ideas and aspects living, perhaps not at harmony, but together in a sort-of oneness.   While it is a massive landmass with plenty of variety in land and people, it still feels small, condensed, and cut-off from reality itself, as if it were a demi-plane that is connected by the smallest sliver of time and space to what is true reality, but is influenced by everything that surrounds it, which seeps in through nooks and cracks that seem to be made and function just for that exact purpose.   While a simple farmer, who never question his purpose nor place in the world, stores his crop harvest in separate sacks to differentiate them for tomorrow's sale. Right below him a teaming hive consisting flooding with remnants of a long-forgotten race starts their plan to emerge and restore their place in the world, while swearing no quarter to those whose actions caused them to fall. Meanwhile in a close city a scholarly wizard makes his routes to collect knowledge and reagents for his studies and experiments, when he picks up on something. Perhaps a passing comment, a tidbit of info, or a fleeting yet impactful moment, which starts him on the path to expanding the collective understanding of reality and how it works, something for which he will endlessly be hailed a hero and savant.   Whatever, Whomever, Wherever, Whenever, However it may be, that is simply how it is in Eraesil, and almost none are more the wiser. Almost.