LOG#022 by Auriscenes published on 2021-02-11T01:43:25Z Every once in a while you have to take a gig you just don't want to do. The pay is terrible, the work is hard, or (as is most often the case for me) the location is less than ideal. This world fits squarely within that last one. Well, the first also rings of truth here, but that's another story. There are two geographic features of note here: an impossibly dense fog, and mountain ranges that have a tendency to move. Or rather, float. In open-faced defiance of gravity, these massive chunks of stone migrate through the sea of gray mist like sailors lost at sea. It is unknown to me which suspended continent is technically the core of the planet, but that hardly seems to matter. A resounding thunder bursts through the fog and rattles my very bones, indicating that the unstable masses of terrain are colliding. The world itself is forming and crumbling in every direction around me. The mournful howling wind is my one and only companion as there is no record of a people living here. Hyper-aware of the shifting mountain looming above my head, it's easy for me to understand why it would be foolish to try. The only known life is a variety of rather large rodents with shell-like backs whose teeth can gnaw through the solid stone to burrow and protect themselves from the chaos. However, in the currents of air I can just make out what sounds like a chorus of voices. Something human-like signals its distress. Perhaps it's better to not stick around to find out what. Hoping I do not come back to find my ship crushed by an entire mountain, I step off on the most stable hovering island I can find to conduct my business. I'm eager to be away from this hazardous and mysterious planet. Like & follow to be notified when new worlds are found! Genre Storytelling