Paper.

Crumpled, crinkled, waxing, waning, in the darkness nothing stirs for nothing can breathe. It's a pathetic sort of thing. As you rise you will fall. As you writhe, you will fall.




The southeastern country, and an island continent that houses two smaller islands just off its coasts. It is long abandoned after having been ravaged and destroyed almost entirely by a disease. Nothing truly human can live there for very long without succumbing. The continent is slowly being taken over by vegetation, reclaimed by nature. It is lost. Nobody who acknowledges it as anything more than a hazard for ships remains.


Its climate is temperate, but is more often warmer rather than cooler, and it is filled primarily with deciduous forests that grow in and out of crumbling buildings and roads, the remnants of the incredibly urban country that used to be. It has a myriad of small rivers and lakes that weave through the remains of pools and man-made indents into the earth. To the romantic, it is beautiful. The beaches that line its shores are marked by white and pink sands that grow hot as the sun rises and cool when it sets. It would be a paradise had tragedy not struck.


The Paper Kingdom is not its original name, but was given to it by its current inhabitants who live outside of the known world, unaware that they are not actually human, but of man-made origin


Residents:


Beckett
Wright
Pearl
Glyndwr
Angharad
Allison


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