Four isles lay, carved out from the planet’s core. One covered in water, the salt air echoes from its shore. One erected up high, foliage weaving in and out from its base. One made of clouds, suspended above the others. And one isle banished, scorched from the inside out.
Four isles lay, encircling a barren land, where no growth, nor wind, nor water breaches it. Only strips of sand sprawl from ea...