Starlight twinkles in one facet of the shattered sky above you. In another, a blazing sun roars. In another, gentle pink fog drifts down through the atmosphere. In another... in another...

You stand at a crossroad, your handful of worldly possessions tied up in a bindle over your shoulder.

Where do you go?

• To the south, under starry sky, grow dark and mangles trees. The Wine Wood.
• To the north, sunny and hot, lies a vast, withered grassland. The Veldt.
• To the east, shrouded in pink fog, you hear tell of a city. Godstail.