In the lands surrounded by the mist, people live under the watchful eyes of the celestial bodies. The lands are everchanging, mountains that seek to pierce the sky make way for deep seas within the space of a year which in turn are replaced by endless meadows in the next.

The people live a nomadic life, escaping endless lava flows that were fertile lands just a few months ago. They ask the sun and moon for protection. They ask the countless stars for guidance.

Tivalia walks these lands, and the people must give way lest they are swallowed. Their anger smothers the entire horizon, offering death and treasure to those who try to withstand it. Their children wander aimlessly within the bounds of the mist, all give berth or else.