ʅʰɛ ʀʝʄɟɚɍ ͠Ψϙɼɭɖ≈≈≈≈~~~ ~~~(the River World)~~~
heard in dreams, it is said...like a humid moan... a warm bellows breeze in the Rainlands-Valley, the Faraway world, of
Cones, tribal Velts; shrublands, thickets, Fold unto the Majesty of the Rainlands... and deeper preserved, still...
is the RiverWorld. where Streams flow across the basin Gulf, the lower world is flooded... fallen... ...sunken...
~The TempestWorld proper is not Far, the sunken ocean itself: 
And this tribal -lands, a living wetland of endless myriad forms & beauty. A slippery paradise of Runaway Rivers,
hiding species & creatures unusual and exotic. indeed this rich fertile world is much hidden - an ever-changing domain of the Wetlands. forever foreboding, precious, dangerous, wild.