At Liradale's edge, a forgotten forest. Vine and flesh intertwine there, producing forms that are organic, fluid. Artifacts from the Emerald Realm are gentle and resilient. Like life itself.

Above Liradale, stardust gathers into a sea. The artifacts from there carry an almost spiritual lightness. Less about the body. More about where the body ends and something else begins.

Beyond all known regions — the Abyss. No light. Only the most primitive impulses, waiting in the dark. These artifacts are not for everyone. Only for those ready to face what lives at the very bottom.