A poem I came up with that explains a significant location to be seen in many of the books I'm writing.
Welcome to the Brink.
In another Dimension from our own, exists a world of unending stone. In this place of mad contradiction, shriveled plants grow, black rivers flow, and pandemic rages without affliction.
It is a sanctuary of spirits, a realm of the lost and a home to hopeless fools. But there stands a gleaming portal far to the North, where only the worthy may perhaps travel thus forth...
To escape you must discover the Ancient Seers, but must also be prepared to face your greatest fears. Most succumb to broken resolve and shattered soul, but those who stay strong can emerge fully whole.
Only by meeting with the Guardian Lords, may you be judged fit to cross the sunken fords. Elemental Masters tasked by the One, fated to remain until the return of the Son.
The Brink is a promise in the crushing despair, of hope in a world of the unjust and unfair. So push through the gloom, stand