A horrific force has passed over Aphantasia. Some think the Brink is not the leftover art of a fallen society, but the remainder of a massive fight for continued existence.
The ruins line the entire equator, like a wall designed to keep something out.
There may be beings who lack any form for themselves. What if their creativity wanted to expand, but the vessels just didn’t want to?
Some take Ten Thousand Guns literally. Given its violent nature, if their lives were snuffed out, it mustn’t have been peaceful. Surely the land would be cursed.