The Ring is not just a clearing; it's a convergence of all things strange and wonderful. Trees grow kleinways, their roots reaching out like tentacles into the unknown to find themselves inside all along. Moss-covered stones hum with ancient secrets instead of documents and spreadsheets. They contain memories, dreams, and nightmares. Buried above layers of tangled roots, lies the core of all creation – an inverse crystal pyramind that throbs with the rhythm of the universe. Reality frays like a worn-out cassette tape, lies the Ring of Earth and Roots.
