The land of Gazara is a radiant, twilight-shrouded realm suspended between dimensions, where the sky pulses with layered waves of starlight and twin moons cast shifting halos across the horizon. Towering bioluminescent flora—some hundreds of feet tall—sway gently despite the still air, their blossoms dripping light like nectar into the prismatic rivers below. The terrain undulates with soft, moss-covered hills and velvet-black canyons veined with glowing pools known as prism springs, the lifeblood of the ecosystem and sacred watering holes for creatures like the bofringers and the cadwalladers. Gazara's energy is harmonic; every rock, plant, and breath of air seems tuned to an inaudible resonance, creating an eerie sense of calm. Time flows strangely here—dusk stretches endlessly, and the stars never quite remain in the same pattern, as if the heavens themselves drift with the dreams of the land.