A long forgotten realm veiled in mystery and wonder, the Otherworld has been forgotten by all but those who call it home. It is a realm above all else, a brightly infinite plain of craggy mountains and star filled skies. It is what remained of something that came before. The last heavenly remnant of one almighty power that had once benevolently ruled everything. A place of bliss absent of time and reality, one cast into being by the final action of one almighty hand. The Otherworld is an apology; a beautiful fragment of euphoric oblivion cleaved from a Godly power that no longer exists. It is the last reminder of He Who Came Before; one final shred of heaven left for all things worthy of it once they prove themselves so.

The previous cosmos called it Heaven, a land of peace and sanctuary, guarded by angels and kept warm only for those who were welcomed through its pearly white gates. But while that is only what was… the ghost of it still remains.

Little else is known of this remarkable place. None are yet to return from its blissful plains and no stories have been told of its divine nature. Only those from the mouths of the few who saw what came before, the rare few who lived through the Great Collision and witnessed their father use his last kernel of power to forge a home not for them, but for all those he asked them to protect.