122nd of Ashan 722
Farther away from the inverted Oubliette of Woe's innermost dream world, Woe came upon vast expanses of wilderness. They resembled nothing in particular. The Forests and hills outside of Andaris, the riverlands of Etzos, the coasts of Ne'haer, the mountains of Scalvoris, and the crumbling edifices of Quacian civilization. All of these things amalgamated in a strange and disjointed way with the way these geographies blended and melted together. The sands of this desert changed color to become an Egilrun beach. Here, Woe's travels were clearly illustrated in all their variance. He'd gone and come far in his travels, and nowhere was that more evident than in what he poetically called the Fields of Undiscovery.
Presently he'd not found out the purpose of this part of his dream world in its cosmology. He had suspicions, that this reflected places he had been to, and thus formed some manner of bond with. And perhaps through the various devices of the Fields, he could find dreamers in those places by chance or by mutual acqauaintance. Woe searched high and low for signs that this was the case, as he flew overhead, taking on the form of a large crow.
A gray mist sometimes obscured the vision, rolling in from nowhere in particular as Woe's eyes surveyed farther afield. As he tried to get a glimpse of farther lands out from his dream world. Eventually he became more adept at maintaining a gaze closer to himself, lest the mists obscure too much as his eyes searched farther away.
But now, the mists were rolling in thick, and Woe landed on a large boulder on the ground, his taloned feet gripping the rough stone.
