Hevel
Hevel, a name that hides many things from those that wish to understand it. The name itself is fitting for a world such as this, for many have arrived in this complex mechanism of a world without really knowing how or why they ended up here in the first place. This land, if it can even be described as such is a maddening construct to behold. Knowone knows how high the grand towers of clockwork and iron rise to the murky skies above, nor do they know the depths of the smog-filled underbelly of Hevel's ancient machinery that seemly disappears into the dark abyss below. Wheels as old as time itself spin endlessly in an almost trance-like state of harmony as the monotony of their function raddles the rusted foundations of the even older engines that move them forward ever so slowly. Some of these rusted cogs may only be as large as the atoms that hold your existence together, while other wheels are beyond all scope and reason. Within and all around the grinding gears of Hevel's infinite clockwork sits all manner of contraption and pipework alike, stretching and folding in an incomprehensible webbing of metal and rust that can never be understood. Steam bellow's from all directions as Hevels grand design and splendor carry on in its seemingly useless functions. Pipes and levers of all kinds known and unknown protrude from Hevel's mighty industry, with no instructions on what these levers may or may not do. Many visitors to Hevel move countless levers with no apparent visible effect on the grander machine that overshadows their insignificant presence. Pressure gages rise and fall with unknown measurements as the vast system of automated computers and mainframes hum in the smoky interiors of Hevel's strange architecture. Scaffolding can be seen extending in countless directions, though their destinations are just as mysterious as the one who built this world of Hevel. Rusted doors and secret tunnels open and shut in an almost random pattern of activation, with no discernible way to navigate them safely. Amidst the seeming calamity of Hevel's manufactory, one may notice black slime slowly dripping down the walls of almost every machine that rattles in this rather pointless world, smelling of something that could only be foul in both nature and purpose alike. All the while smokestacks churn their poisonous fumes towards the boundless skies above. Whatever or whoever gives light to Hevel's landscape is obscured by the thick blanket of smog that hangs overhead. The air is stained with the taste of oil and gunpowder, with smaller traces of lilies and black roses scorching the senses of those that find themselves within Hevel's grand mystery. Take care dear traveler, or you'll end up like all the other rambling fools that have tried to call Hevel home. This realm is dark, in more ways than one, yet despite the choking black fog that covers Hevel in a blanket of mystery, rays of light still pierce the veil of ignorance that has enveloped Hevel's landscape. Perhaps in time, these rays of light will show you the truth of this world, or at least point you in the right direction.
Geography
A single wave among countless other waves and currents. Such is the reality of Hevel and of those lost souls that experience its vast design. Many waves flow and clash all around Hevel, yet there are some waves that come closer to Hevel than others ever will. Waves like Solace brush the outer corners of Hevels mega structures while other waves like Oculus seem to be intrinsic to the poor souls that find the darkened majesty of Hevel as they dream of knowing more about life itself. One has to wonder about all the other possibilities that could be influencing this wave of experience, for there must be countless worlds that we will never know despite our desperate yearnings of desire that always seems to be looking for something or someone. Perhaps there are other worlds like Hevel, yet your experience here will be unique to you. So go dear explorer, and see where your heart truly dwells, for Hevel has been observed by many, yet none have been able to truly see it.
Fauna & Flora
One would not expect to find any sort of plant life in a world such as Hevel, yet despite the incessant pollution and smog that chokes this world there still seems to be hints of organic life that endures the harsh conditions of this desolate realm. Throughout the endless mazes of rusted metal and clockwork, you may occasionally spot a lonely flower trying to grasp the rays of light that try to penetrate the black clouds of Hevel's atmosphere. Others have claimed to see patches of grass and specs of dirt on some levels of Hevel, though what levels these could be located on is anyone guess, for the numbers that mark each level have not been interpreted by anyone thus far. There seems to be a hidden past to Hevel's origins, though what it could be has been lost over the course of time that has inevitably washed away the true history of this world. Only the creator of Hevel knows how this world was made, and what has happened to it since its creation.
Natural Resources
Metals of all kinds can be discovered in this bleak, polluted world. Some explorers may also come here to harvest the air itself to use or sell in their world. Who would gather polluted air is anyone guess, though there are whispers of strange insect-like creatures venturing to Hevel to expand their senses through the inhalation of the polluted air itself. Such is their wave, such is their choice. There are however dark rumors that circulate among explorers about this black smog that is both coveted and feared by creatures of every stripe that find themselves in Hevel's choking environment. Some say that if one spends enough time in this world, the air itself will slowly drive you mad. As this insanity unhinges the corners of your mind you slowly start to become like the clockwork you see all around you. Most don't believe the rumors, though there are reported sightings of strange metal creatures shambling through the endless iron mazes of Hevel's long-lost levels. These unusual machines of clockwork and flesh keep to themselves mostly, rarely being seen by the many visitors that wander the corridors of Hevel. Still the few sightings that have been documented claim that these automatons are a truly disturbing sight to behold. Shambling creatures that are constantly twitching from the countless gears that have taken root in their bodies move aimlessly threw out the darker corners of Hevel, speaking in maddening moans as they try to understand the world around them. Whether they are dangerous or not is currently unknown. Still, if the rumors are true, then caution must be taken during your time in Hevel, less you become something worse them crazy, you become something lost.
History
Hevel's industrial complex has been experienced by countless explorers, yet its origins to this day remain a complete mystery. Most presume that Hevel was made by someone or something, yet no one has ever even caught a glimpse of this supposed creator. Despite the creators, mysterious nature, evidence of his handy work can be found all over Hevel's grand machinery, yet many do not currently have the hearts to see this evidence. What is known is that time flows through the wave of Hevel, yet its beginnings are shrouded in mystery. The ancient engines that drive this metal world forward through its time seem immortal in size and power, yet there are certain weaknesses that can be observed if one slows down and observes them. When the sheer might and grace of Hevel is looked through you will soon discover a harkening truth to the state of this strange world. Hevel's engines are starting to slow down in their function, though most will not notice this fact or understand it. Those precious few that have managed to live in Hevel's shadow for more than a few years while still retaining their sanity may catch a glimpse of this disturbing reality. Though the current rate of descent for Hevel's engines seems insignificant, no one truly understands Hevels complexity, to begin with. The limited perception of explorers may see a small pipe burst and think nothing of it, yet that same pipe could be the single most important part in all of Hevel's mega-industry. In light of this fact, one then can presume the fickleness of time in this strange realm. What may seem like countless ages to us may actually only be mere moments. Thus the apparent slowness of Hevel's decay may be far more rapid than anyone's ability to perceive it. This single maddening thought is enough to break anyone's sanity when it becomes fully realized, yet you explore this realm without having a single clue as to what Hevel really is or what it represents. If there is one thing that can be understood about this realm of Hevel it is this. Hevel cannot be truly seen by anyone, nor understood by any action of the mind. This awareness to not be able to understand Hevel is the first step to true understanding and wisdom, though most will never even get this far. In the end, only the architect of Hevel can show you what this place really is and how you fit into its vast working of clockwork and majesty.
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