This world never knew flat land. From the very beginning, it was made of Endless Pillars — colossal columns rising from a bottomless void. No one knows who built them. Their surface is cold, smooth, and impervious to any tool. Humanity merely found them — and settled on their summits when the Beasts of the Deep appeared.

The Beasts came as if from the darkness between the Pillars. They have no constant form — only flesh that shifts like smoke in the wind. They hear footsteps, feel heartbeats, and feed on the living. Down below, where fog reigns and whispers never stop, a human rarely survives more than a few minutes.

At the tops of the Pillars, humanity built its Platforms, fusing the remnants of lost technology with the ancient structures. Thus arose the Sky-Cities — islands of light above an ocean of shadow. People grow moss for food, harvest rainwater, and breed luminous insects for warmth and light. Their lives balance between hope and despair.

But the Pillars are not eternal. Over time, their surface begins to crack, and the metal within hums as if in pain. Sometimes a Pillar collapses suddenly — its summit plunges into the abyss, taking an entire city with it. The survivors on nearby Pillars watch the fall, knowing their turn will come soon enough.

When a Pillar begins to sink, people undertake The Crossing — the desperate journey to the next Pillar, roughly five kilometers away, across ancient bridges, ladders, and fragments hanging over the void. Most bridges have long crumbled, forcing travelers to descend to the ground — into the dark, where the Beasts roam. Down there, you must run as fast as your heart can bear, until you reach the next Pillar and begin the climb again.

No one knows how many Pillars remain. Some explorers believe they form a Circle, a closed path with a First Pillar at its center — the tallest, shining one, unreachable by mortals. They say that if someone reaches it, the Beasts will vanish, and humankind will once again stand upon true ground.

For now, cities hang above the abyss, people fear to sleep, and the nights are filled with distant sounds — scraping, whispering, and the faint cries of those who didn’t make it across.

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