Edge of Sumeth

On a world that is flat, suspending in animation, stuck in time. Laid waste to a civilization underneath clockwork and dust. What once was a thriving civilization became a desert of broken pieces, scattered across the land, all because of one single event in its history. However, as the world is flat the world is a coin. A continent of magic and mystery, ignorant to its sistering world. And how could it not? On two sides of a single flat surface, each hidden by its crust and masked in legend. No one ever dared to reach the ends of their world, a few have tried, but never knew enough. There wasn’t a known way to reach the other side, nothing in legend, nothing in fact. All expect for one tiny hole, punctured in its seas, hiding away in a land lost to its name. It’s only location mapped on a decaying wall of stone, rewritten on a single piece of parchment. God knows where it is now.