Vharas is a land where the sun is fading. The sky, once burning with the light of two celestial beacons, has dimmed to a smoldering twilight. The sun, known as Raelith The Ember God, was wounded in a cosmic war against an unknowable force, and Marrow, the Hungering Moon has dimmed to a smoldering twilight.
The world lingers in perpetual dusk, its horizons painted in bruised purples and gold, a beauty both haunting and sorrowful.
As the light wanes, the shadows stretch longer, and in the corners of the world where the dusk thickens into true night, The Hollowing begins, a slow, creeping consumption where the fabric of the world wears thin, allowing things from beyond to slip through.