The Trope-tans call it Extremus.
The end of the multiverse. The place where fragments of uncountable universes gather, pulled forcibly from weakened or randomized worlds, and drawn in by forces unknown - even to those whose task it is to observe and record. This... clump of fragments, once merely small and insignificant compared to even a city, has over the course of millenia, grown, and grown, and grown...
becoming a size rivaling that of several continents, an eternal multiversal storm shrouding it, blocking it off to even the most well-equipped multiversal traveler. Those unlucky enough to find themselves here, pulled along with the fragments of their world and eventually awaking at the crumbling, yet growing edge of this wasteland, discover soon enough that there is little chance of escape.
In the distance, dominating the skyline day and night, stands a pillar of light, blazing white and tearing through the stormy skies above it... the only constant in this place. Rumors - and only rumors - have abound regarding its purpose; some say it is the very thing responsible for their plight, speaking of it as if it were sentient... and malevolent. Others speak of its maddening effects on those who are foolish enough to approach it, reducing them to pathetic, gibbering wrecks. Still others say it is a way home; a lone beacon of hope in this desolate land. Many have ventured forth to try and see what it truly is. None
Many have simply given up any hope of returning to whence they came, instead resigning themselves to life in Extremus. Small towns have cropped up over the years, each dotting the lands of this place. Societies have thrived as best they could, given the circumstances; some welcoming lost souls like themselves. If you think all of them are safe havens from the wildly-different landscapes surrounding them, however... you are sorely mistaken. Survival
above all is the one true rule that governs this lawless land.
It is here, in this patchwork wasteland, that a tale weaved since time immemorial will come to its climax. Lines will be drawn, with these poor Recurrents trapped in the center of it all... these events testing their resolve, their determination to survive. As to how it will end? Only time will tell where the pendulum of fate will swing. One thing is certain, however:
It all ends here.
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