02/16/2026
To travel through this region is to follow a river of sunlight weaving between continents. It pours into the deep, silent reservoirs like the Shartash, turning them into sheets of molten metal, and floods the wide valleys where the Iset River flows lazily. In summer, it fuels the explosive bloom of meadows, and in winter, it glitters with blinding intensity on endless fields of pristine snow, outlining the dark forms of the low, rounded mountains that have watched over this border between worlds since time immemorial.
