Be patient now, eat your mendoloid eggs, soon you shall see the dreams of gods
The Void is the vast prismatic sky in which all the worlds drift. Here, the border between reality and hallucination is thin. That which is, and that which never was bend together here into the dreamy skyscape to create the heart of The Great Dream.
A Vibrant Dreamscape
Despite its name, The Void is a place of energy and life. Titanic clouds plow through the expanse and great flocks of colorful birds soar on the gravitational winds. Majesty and wonder can be found all around, but do not let the Void’s beauty fool you, it is a place of danger for those who do not tread carefully.
Gravity is by no means a constant in the Void. It flows and shifts like ocean currents. Worlds are often found in the more stable pools of gravitational force, but once beyond areas stabilized by lucid minds anything can happen. There are places where it might swirl into a deadly vortex or switch direction with sudden back-breaking force. Skilled airship captains can use these currents to propel their vessels at astonishing speeds while others must stick to the milder routes, lest they be torn asunder by the Void’s wrath.
The gravitational currents are extremely important in trade and cultural spread. They are the primary reason that worlds can maintain their technological discrepancies. For example, the world Suberia sits in a tiny pocket of calm amid a gradational maelstrom, thus it has remained untouched by the spread of advanced civilizations such as the World Federation of Quantan. Even Nolar, Quantan’s moon world, has remained untouched by man because of the mighty gradational winds that surround it.
With a crack of thunder the calm was broken, green lightning streaked across the sky and the gentle clouds pink turned an angry red as the burning rain began to fall
Storms in the void are rare, but when they do form they are legendary in size and power. Some say the void storms are the angry spirits of dead lucids, while others believe they are curses from whatever gods they believe in. Whatever their source might be, they are deadly on all counts. Boiling rain, explosive lightning, and howling winds can spell doom to even the hardiest of crews. The Tengu see storms are living beings that can be communed with and appeased with sacrifice. Given the uncannily anthropomorphic shapes that storms sometimes take, this might be the closest to reality.
The Void itself seems to be a conscious entity. It sometimes speaks to those that lose themselves in its wonder. Maybe offering safety or simply whispering soothing words to comfort their last moments. Those who have heard the Void speak describe it as a harmonious symphony of ethereal voices. What the Void wants or if these voices are even the Void at all is unknown, but those that have had contact with this mysterious entity are often forever changed.