Atlas

“The horizon forgot the dim light, and the Breath of Krain swept across the land of Nolaos and its mountains, rippling the icy waters. No North no South, only summits of ice and abysses of lava.
And yet it was there, in a cleft of crumbling rock, in a developing fistful of land, that the People of the Erect put down roots, and built their world.”
The Night of the Origins