A neon dreamscape of overstimulation, where joy spins fast enough to hide the cracks.

A soft, crumbling place where forgotten comfort and fading warmth linger.

A world of stitched skies and broken rules, fueled by rebellion and instinctive motion.

A sugar-sweet world where joy sparkles - but something wild hides just beneath the glitter.

A realm of quiet precision and polished ideals, where every thread is in its place and beauty follows the rules.

A mirrored realm of connection and duality, bound by threads tighter than trust.

A quiet realm wrapped in softness and lingering emotion, where feelings settle like dust on velvet.

A broken, colorful place where characters adapt to blend in, not by hiding, but by changing themselves to match their surroundings or others.

Ebonveil is cloaked in shadows that flicker like candlelight. It’s quiet here, not peaceful, but expectant. The air hums with secrets, and every corner feels watched. Sweetness lingers like perfume, but nothing in Ebonveil is ever quite what it seems.