Do not get lost in the Ginnungagap. Do not fall prey to the expectation that those who find hidden paths gain power. It is above all, an unforgiving and unknowable place.
"... Daddy? Please say something."
Silence permeated the centimetres between Caleb and his daughter, as hollow as his cheeks, as the blanket over once brilliant eyes now muted to a dull grey in the diffuse sunlight.
"Anything. Even one thing." Karisma slid fingernails painted with purple and green duochrome into along his palm. Brows furrowed, Caleb tipped his chin to look down at the colourful polish, took a deep breath into shuddering lungs. "Please?"
"I'm glad you like the polish. Looks good on you. I'm, ah..." And he dropped over his feet, caught by Jase before he suffered the indignity of the ground.
Book of Revels
Nebulous and unknowable, the Ginnungagap's flora and fauna are mysteries known only to the Creatrix. Those who venture into its spaces are said to continue living, cast into a place where neither death nor sanity can touch, but this is unconfirmed. Most stories which betray a desire for hidden knowledge assume those exalted masters who discover the few stolen paths to the Ginnungagap in the first place will be doted on with divine rites, secrets and the powers of creation. I have little evidence to dictate more than this:
Any who see and experience the Ginnungagap are either never seen again, heard wandering the void in babble, or driven insane. The only exception in my pages is the Fae Court enforcer Carolee, who seems to have discovered the only consistent paths through the void.
Only a few beings survived direct contact with the Ginnungagap and returned to the Middling Plane, or any Realm, intact.