Realms and realities, woven through endlessness and entropy. they can exist for eternities, yet they all reach an end or two.
The Border is not only what the name may entail, but all the space and time outside the limits of existences and universes. mostly accessed by lost wandering souls and fleeting visitors, The Shimmering Border is a sub-section where contracted beings provide support and guidance to those who enter.May it be company for the souls, which are led to the distant branches of the carob tree and receiving final rest, or proper passage from one world to another making sure the travelers do not possess corrupt intentions in their transition of worlds.

• Return

The contracted within, Dusts; have a multitude of responsibilities and specializations that they must follow.
Azra, Winged Messenger, is in charge of most dusted, since the start she was there, born into the border from nothingness, given an original great purpose, she split herself in two and has chosen to live a calmer great purpose while her half continues to do as fated. ageless, many who dwell there are not mortal. although being immortal doesn't correlate a positive morality nor correct functioning and deep insights or wisdom, you could see them as being like most people if it weren't for their longevity and line of work.Liminal in appearances, and brimming with flora it is quite a calm, but odd place. and is scarcely littered with office and living spaces for the contracted to occupy fulltime.A common occurrence to happen is the souls of dreaming beings to arrive to the border, albeit short and temporary. shadows cross aswell, although quite rarely due to them already having their own ways of travel through the textiles of reality. a mortal contracted has never ocurred before, so lets wait and see how this story of yours develop as we welcome you into the Shimering Border~