Gods That Wander Lost

There are gods.

Of this I have no doubt, as I have walked with many, fought with some, and been cursed by one.  Of their origins and of their purposes and intentions, though, I doubt they will ever reveal it to us; strange designs they play out through the ages and through the wheel of time they forge indecipherable moves in a cosmic game that us simple tools cannot comprehend.

But...some gods forget...some gods stray...some gods wander as lost as the tools that they forge the worlds with.

Many of these gods turn their terrible eyes and scrutiny upon the world in a twisted way and become the demons that haunt our sideways glances.  Others, though, simply wander through endless lands of lost dreams, empty machines, and forgotten kings.

The Endless Wilds are a forsaken world cradled in the heart of this one; things wander those lost and windswept desert lands that will see--or have seen--the end of times and were at the beginning of them.

These are the only lands that I fear to walk in, as in those shifting sands winds blow that might erase my ages of memories or even disintegrate my dreams...this is what happens when a Passage goes awry...

--Anonymous Monk