"When I looked to the sky, I felt my eyes nearly sink into the back of my skull. The sheer impact of the sight nearly broke me. At first I saw the great black tower in the distance, stretching so high into the sky (was it a sky?) that I could not crane my neck enough to see the top. As I stopped to contemplate this, I became aware of the space around the massive tower. Millions of stars moved like rain drops in a storm, but with a mind of their own. I this dense forest so like the ones of my homeland, it was as if the entirety of mortality's creations could be found in The Wood. As I traversed vast empty cities and abandoned monuments, the sights soon grew less familiar, as did the flora around me. In what only seemed like minutes, I must have traveled a great deal of distance. For, the area around me had changed entirely. The shapes and structures before me were like nothing I had ever seen in my travelings across Kharsa. It was then that I realized the totality of our world was but a drop of water in a great sea." -From the journals of Saint Allanthin, His First Walk in the Wood.
Those that have wandered the world outside their own have seen many strange things, but one thing is always the same, a vast and dense forest connecting these sights. If worlds like Kharsa are the worlds of the objective and the physical, The Wood is a world of the subjective and the spiritual. Every idea and emotion that has ever been still echos throughout The Wood. It is the source of magic, the playground of The Gods and the place where all mortals are connected. In The Wood are scattered all manner of things both natural and not. Within The Wood can be found reflections of all things ever considered or ever dreamed of in The Worlds.