Thread:Flamebiplane/@comment-28718853-20171204222456/@comment-30014014-20171210020611

Like many old creatures, Pradhini does not enjoy company so much despite his 'upbeat' attitude he had in his questionary assault with the count. If he isn't doing something somwhere in the world, it's where he goes. It's a border between this world and the cosmos. There is air, but its much rarer. There is gravity, but the place is littered with rocks in static midair. There is no day, nor night, for the sky is filled with the stars of the cosmos, but the place is under a permanent penumbra. One could see inside, but only just. It is not a different plane of existence, but trying to reach the place without a mean is futile.