Mechanics
What can be grasped from the ingenuity that has given Hevel its current form? Countless ages of discovery and loss have clashed and merged within this murky realm of madness and deceit. Towers of technology that implement primitive concepts of understanding with interdimensional devices and technology give way to a myriad of diversity and complexity to Hevel itself. Simplicity merges with impossibility, allowing for countless combinations of innovation and ignorance to rise and fall within itself over and over again. Like an ocean of iron, Hevel rises and falls with the waves of time and disparity flowing through its ancient and rusted foundations. Marvels beyond all wonder walk hand in hand with diabolical constructs that shatter and remake ones, very soul, into a masterpiece of pleasure and pain. Like a shattered vase of the finest glass is the realm of Hevel that is glued together by the one who created it in all its vast array. I know not the mechanics of Hevel, yet the ignorance of this world is not entirely painful. Hevel hides its true purpose from us, and in so doing moves us to chase after it all the more. What a tragically beautiful realm this lost world is.
Utility
Hevel freely displays every wonder of the eye to the beholder that desires to see it. All can search and bask in Hevel's mechanical glory, though no one can ever know what that glory is. Buttons are pushed and wheels are turned, with computers of every kind recording and filing every action taken within Hevel's decaying industry. Transportation is readily available as elevators, monorails, and other contraptions of unknown design transport you and many others across the expanse of iron and rust. Strangely though these devices rarely take you where you think you are going, for destinations in Hevel are never fully known by the drivers that wish to reach them. Despite this anomaly, there are some that attempt to fly through this perilous realm to reach their heart's desire. I wish I could say that even some of these pilots make it to their final goal, though the sheer amount of burning wreckage in the shape of planes and other bizarre contraptions that litter Hevel's walkways would say otherwise. Perhaps it is better to simply walk through this realm, less you lose your step and miss all the important details that surround you.
Manufacturing
Metal and fire churn in the darkness of smoke and industry. Countless trinkets and materials emerge from massive machines to then be discarded into piles of rubbish. Some scavengers from other realms go to great lengths to acquire the goods produced in Hevel's grand automated factories. Beautiful sea creatures from https://www.worldanvil.com/w/solace-mact09/a/races-article seem to have taken a particular fondness for the endless piles of debris that form all over Hevel. One beings trash is another beings treasure, though this line can shift between these two concepts far more often then we may care to admit. These piles of goods stretch to unknown distances as newer items bury the older ones in a never-ending cycle of seemingly pointless creation. Just how much is buried within these infinite mounds of debris can never be known by anyone, though many have gone insane trying to account for the sheer amount of items that tower over them. Though some are able to resist the urge to gather what's in front of them, others are not blessed with such fortitude. Some explorers dive into the wreckage looking for any answer to Hevel's mystery, only to never be seen again. Where they go or what happens to them is anyone guess, though some think that there is more than mere rubbish buried away within the fields of endless garbage and waste. Legend tells of a creature made of the very debris that compose these endless piles of scrap that moves just beneath the surface of them all as it waits for its next victim to venture into the potential spoils that are ever so enticing to the greedy heart. The mounds shift ever so slightly as whatever lives within them searches for its next victim. Only a few have actually caught a glimpse of this creature, though as with most things in Hevel information can be blurry in the best of times. They claim to see a great serpent wrought of all the things that you could ever want or imagine gliding through the rubble as it waits for you in that very same rubble. Why Hevel would make such a thing as this is beyond any of us, then again maybe it is possible that we ourselves made this creature without even knowing it.
Access & Availability
The sad irony of this dying world is that so many have freely explored it, yet in so doing they never were truly free. All beings from any wave may come to Hevel, for Hevel rejects know one. So many souls, each eager to make their mark within this dying realm. There are so many marks in this world, countless names, and legacies that have strived to know and control this place. It's funny then that despite this fact, no one remembers any of their names, not even one. Amnesia sticks to the air like a poisonous smog that sticks to the roof of our truly frail minds. Hevel truly welcomes all, and in so doing all are forgotten.
Complexity
What eye has really seen Hevel, or what ear has truly heard its purpose? What mind conceives its innermost workings as though it was present during Hevel's conception? The many perspectives of this realm never really change the reality of Hevel itself. Instead, Hevel offers the ability to process this reality in a different light. This perspective doesn't deny the positives or negatives of Hevel in all its profound mystery, but what Hevel does do is invite the onlooker to gaze upon it raw form and consider the reality in question with a new kind of sight. I wonder if Hevel is far simpler than what any of us are willing to accept or know? I suppose then that simplicity can be just as maddening as complexity if our hearts are truly unable to understand either concept.
Discovery
How many souls have strived for control only to grasp an illusion of it? Countless technologies have come and gone, yet Hevel remains a mystery to all. This wonder of technology and science that surrounds us every moment here in this realm has always been leagues ahead of our own understanding. Still, we all persist in our struggle to know this Hevel, though it has never given us any real answers to the most important questions. Countless beings arrive from their worlds bringing with them discoveries that always carry a fragile hope that in the end gets us nowhere. In the end, Hevel becomes nothing more than a technological graveyard where countless hopes and dreams have faded away into the sands of eternity. For all our knowledge and wonders, what do we really see in the end?
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