It had been brought to my attention that in the beginning of time early man and woman spent day upon day in the wilderness. Such a place was full of fear, predator and inclimate weather, unpredictable and unrelenting.

This was the wild.

Today we have found ways to move from such a place to one where predators are our fellow humans, the fear comes from powerful men, and the weather still tends to fall but now we have boxes from which away we can get by crawling into them. We call them homes.

This is the Default

There is a place where the weather is unreal and comes from the ground up, the men and women also nearly are of a dream and the interactions unrepeatable yet repetitive. It is not however a dream. It is rather a city, one more made of magic than the disappearing acts of any magician there ever has been. But yet it is not magic, it is real.

This is Black Rock.