Eight origins

A warm coastline at the edge of everything. Things wash up here that have no business existing.

A fortress of refracted light. The Keep selects its residents — those chosen tend to be patient, or powerful, or both.

An engine city that logs every event. Everyone here has a function. Finding yours before it gets assigned is the whole game.

The desolate zone that refuses to go dark. Those born here didn't choose the chaos — they just got good at it.

Rolling terrain rendered from an older build. The math is slightly off. Residents have learned to appreciate this.

The infrastructure layer. Everything in the phryverse passes through here eventually. Some people just decided to stay.

The oldest zone. Built before the game had rules. Still not sure what it is, but things keep starting here.

Past the last coordinate. The map says nothing goes here. Something clearly does.