Patdivergdra the volatile world

The Inexplicably Volatile World of Patdivergdra:

  The world is young, still in the throes of creation, a realm of ceaseless upheaval where the land itself is raw and ever-changing. Mountains rise like titans overnight, jagged peaks clawing their way into the sky, only to crumble into dust the next day. Vast oceans spill into existence in an instant, swallowing valleys and forests whole before retreating just as swiftly, leaving behind barren seabeds or lush, unexpected jungles. Chasms tear through the land without warning, their yawning maws consuming entire villages, fields, and rivers, as if the earth itself were ravenous. The air crackles with a primordial energy, and time seems to move in unpredictable currents—days stretching into eternity or passing in the blink of an eye.   And yet, the people live in a dreamlike ignorance, comfortably unaware of the chaos that surrounds them. They wake, they work, they love and live without fear, despite the horrors lurking just beyond their perception. Perhaps it is the will of some higher force, keeping them blind to the cataclysmic shifts that should send them into madness. Or perhaps the world itself does not wish to be understood, wrapping its inhabitants in a veil of blissful unawareness as it reshapes itself anew with every breath.   Though the world churns in endless transformation, there exist places that defy its chaos—unchanging islands of stability within the tempest of creation. These regions, whether through some innate magic, forgotten ancient law, or the sheer will of those who inhabit them, remain untouched while the world beyond them bends and breaks. They are sanctuaries, safe havens where civilization can take root. It is within these few unshifting lands that the majority of people gather, whether drawn instinctively to their shelter or spared by fate while others were lost to the abyss of an ever-morphing landscape.   Yet not all stability is natural. A rare few wield the power to shape the land itself, their presence alone capable of carving order from chaos. These individuals—whether through divine blood, arcane mastery, or sheer will—hold dominion over the realms they claim. Where they walk, the earth stills, and where they settle, kingdoms are born. To the people, these figures are more than mere mortals. They are gods, kings, and rulers, deified for their ability to defy the world's instability. Some rule with benevolence, offering sanctuary to those who seek refuge. Others hoard their power, lording over those desperate to escape the ever-shifting horrors beyond their walls.   The world is still forming, but whether it will ever settle, whether there will ever come a time when its chaotic birth pangs finally cease, remains unknown. Until then, those few who grasp stability will wield power beyond comprehension, while the rest will continue their lives, blind to the raw, shifting reality just beyond their sight.