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[great-and-small]

Apparently if you find a tagged Horseshoe crab and report it to Fish and Wildlife they’ll send you a certificate with info about your crab AND a pewter horseshoe crab pin! Keep your eyes peeled 👀

(Photo from the Nantucket Conservation Foundation)

[questintheskies]

[dynamitekansai]

0929_hazuki: もうみた？🫣💕

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Hazuki (x)

[bardic-tales]

Ethereal Nexus (Celestial Realm)

Fantasy Worlds Collide: Original Content Concept

Characters living/working in this setting

Ghosts of fallen angels and demons (wandering fragments of memory more than true beings).

Keepers (faceless watchers who ensure the Nexus remains balanced until its destined collapse).

Bianca and Safer-Sephiroth (as prophesied. Their final arrival awakens the Nexus's reset button).

Aurora and Lucien (Bianca and Safer-Sephiroth's children. They are trained here and the Great Sundering happens here)

Summary

The Ethereal Nexus is a liminal town suspended outside of space and time. Once the cosmic crossroads between realms, it was shattered in the apocalyptic battle between Lucifer and the Creator’s armies. Now it lingers like a broken echo: a ghostly place neither alive nor dead, holding the weight of forgotten wars and awaiting its role as the birthplace of the new Creation.

The town is fragmented but intact enough to be walked: its streets bending back into themselves, buildings half-there, flickering in and out.

Basics

Building type: Shattered celestial architecture. Cathedrals half-collapsed. Houses stitched together from dream and memory. clocktowers without hands.

Levels: The town exists in overlapping strata, like several versions of itself layered. Visitors sometimes walk into “older” or “future” versions of the same building.

City / Town: Nexus-town. population absent except for echoes and wraiths.

Suburb / District: Divided into “Rings” rather than districts. Inner Ring (cathedral core), Middle Ring (residences/streets), Outer Ring (collapsed ruins that bleed into void). The Pathway of Reality (stairs to the platform hosting the pathways to every dimension) is located in the Cathedral Core. The Outer Ring leads to the Edge of Creation (FF VII).

Street & Number: Impossible. Streets spiral, loop, and sometimes lead back to where you started even if you swear you walked straight.

Neighbourhood

Description: The neighbourhoods are broken reflections of what once was. Some streets feel almost normal—cobbled lanes, lanterns glowing with soft silver light—until you see the sky fracture or hear the faint march of ghostly armies. Other areas are frozen mid-collapse, rubble floating in slow motion, buildings suspended in midair as though time halted. Living here would feel like drifting in a dream, safe for a moment then overcome with dread.

Neighbours: The neighbours are the fragments of angels, watchers, and mortals who once crossed through. They are not truly alive. They are more like echoes replaying their final moments. They whisper prophecies without realizing it, reenact battles, or offer phantom hospitality at broken inns. Some can guide, others mislead, but none fully understand they are dead.

Setting Detail

Overall feeling: Haunted, sacred, inevitable. A place heavy with prophecy. Oppressive silence that feels like standing in the eye of a storm.

Sights: Shattered sky like broken stained glass. Streets that fold into infinity. Celestial statues cracked and bleeding starlight. Ghostly banners of the Celestial and Lucifer's Army still fluttering though no wind blows. A great central cathedral collapsed but still glowing faintly from within.

Sounds: Echoes of war drums, distant angelic choirs distorted like broken records, footsteps that don’t belong to you. Sometimes Aurora, Bianca, Lucien, and Sephiroth will hear whispers in their own voices.

Smells: Ozone, burnt incense, and the metallic tang of blood that lingers though the battle ended eons ago. Occasionally, scents of flowers, smoke, or sea air from other realms bleed in.

Miscellaneous notes:

Time does not pass here. Stars shift positions at random, seasons flicker in and out. Snow falls for minutes, then heat beats down the next). The Nexus resists outsiders. Only those with a fate tied to its unraveling can remain long without dissolving.

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[unique-opportunity]

[kharrisdawndancer]

Khaeris wandered and let her eyes drift languidly down the lanes and into shadowy corners. Butterflies fluttered bloom to bloom. She heard bees buzz-buzz gossiping with various blossoms. A child's laughter skipped down the cobbled pathways. The public gardens outside the gate were full today. The sun was shining and a few puffy clouds drifted by in the patches of blue sky she could see through the tall forest trees.

Even with the beauty surrounding her, some part of her was pulled tight and she couldn't fully relax. Pollux was gone to work--never unexpected. He could still message her infrequently, though, so that was nice.

There was no evidence of it, but she still looked for tell tale signs of 'memories' of Azeroth; some part of her expected golden-blue ghouls and skeletons to materialize in the public gardens. It seemed inevitable that the Scourge would appear here again, so close to the Scar. Maybe lingering magic or the runestones would keep Silvermoon and Quel'thalas free of the the 'memories'.

Perhaps not even Azeroth could bear to remember those days in the Third War.

mentions: @polluxhale