Thaumaturgical Thermocline
In the depths of the Southeast, where the sprawl of machines clashes against the forest of secrets, the Arborea Obscura, there is a line. A line so tightly pressed on both sides by these disparate realms that no light from the gleaming city, nor glow from the Obscura's soul can enter. But why would you want it to? Darkness is a comforting thing, after all.
2025