Why am i so sad lately? I keep oscillating between angel mode and demon mode, energetically. I was doing fine... Death is safe. I want to curl up and ever retreat.
Alright, doing better. Let's think about this again. I find myself at an intersection.
Sorello, the mediterranean pocket
Sorello has these narrow, haphazard streets with tiny hidden enclosed parks and stuff. It's by the sea, one wouldn't tell, crested on an inferrable hillside which makes it wind up and down. I felt that getting anywhere was an illogical affair, more related to whimsical instinct than anything else due to the erratic layouts. It's a portside town, and has two shores as it is crested in a semi-bay nevertheless cut through by a slip of water, over which stone bridges were laid. Sorello has a seemingly romance architecture, with Italian and French vibes floating in the air and old buildings, whose age seems annulled as they appear new. The people there are nice and easy, and wear their roles casually; the time period associated is late spring and early summer. Some people were tapping into it back when they came up with Listenbourg. Overall it is also associated with the sea, vacation, urban secrecy, free time and cushy boring governmental office jobs.
The old renaissance forest pocket
This is a particular one. It smells like old painted steel when it's in the heavy summer sun and you pour water on it to see the droplets roll. It has barely anything to do with that however; it is not connected to the sun or summer. The best way i can describe it is that it reminds one of an old garden, possibly abandoned, in the woods, during the late middle ages or renaissance. The garden is invarianbly empty; there are no people and no particular sounds. Visually, the garden has several very simple metallic domelike structures reminiscent of a gazebo which are just planted out in the woods. I never seem to remember whether they're painted but if they are they are in a pale lightblue which rusted and chipped away some. The place is heavily associated with vines and especially dead vine branches and lianas. There is a faint cultural sense in the air. The place is never too hot or too cold, but can be fresh and wet. There is something on the ground. It is associated with stone, fog and backgardens. It is decisively European and associated with earth and dirt.
The field witch world
I teased it so much and do hope to connect to it again. The field witch world's main word is rustic; closely followed by creepy and, well, witch. It has witches in it. It is the exemplification of the field hag's dwelling grounds. I was pacing through dirt fields and unsettling wooden cabin shacks the whole time i was there. That's almost all there is over there anyways. It never rained while i was there. The inhabitants are... disquieting types. No, actually, they tend to be really quiet, but there's something about them, typically straightforward and common to most, that's just weird. Some wear wide and heavy straw hats, under which you can see some sort of scaleless droopy lizard, a bunch look like average humans if you turned the strangeness counter up to 11. These are silently coarse people, as if hinterland dirt had shaped into living. All clothes are rustic and patched together. But you won't be encountering many people usually, but you may end up meeting one of these witches which gives the world its name. They are the least comprehensible of the bunch, their attire is basic and usually just black robes but that's as far as your expectations can go for those. They are schitzomystics, never talk, and always seem busy to reach some ungraspable task or objective. I'm pretty sure it can actually be a comfortable world if one settles in, it's just that the inhabitants are strange and have their own customs and mentality.
Tartaria
Others have caught it. Others have seen it. People are talking about it. Tartaria is a specific suite in the European subworlds category which begets its own subsistence. Its tall spiked towers, dark architecture, rough and somber, reminiscent of an old world lost to time, is fucking kino and inspires local groups all the same. The place is associated with Europe's descent into northern asia, or the mysteries and darkness of the ancient world, and i favor its message that human history is just not what it is officially made out to be. It almost reminds one of early tsarist russia, or even late tsarist russia, but i don't like to think about russia these days. It is old, its mentality is almost doomed, and probably not a very good place to be. I hear the going theory is that it used to exist in the northeast asian steppes until it was buried by severe mud flows. That's just one theory among many, though.
The spa world
It's a semi-indoors world, or at least perimetered, made up of spas and mostly indoor swimming pools. The external, as in, outside, does play a common role, typically when it comes to water slides or 3-walled tanning yards where you can just see the sky. A recurring theme is that people can't leave it. Some people try, but most people just go on with their day in the spa complex. It's easygoing, there are all needed amenities, and an almost complete lack of threat aside from getting sucked into a water hole in some pool's flooring, which is a horrible way to go but really just wakes you up. A strange design choice indeed. The spa world houses an actual society, with its social system and mores, and in one experience the people i was dealing with were manifestly taken to one of these water complexes and now were unable to break out. I often staged such breakouts with the people of this world, and used to be moderately successful. The weather tends to be clear and coolishly sunny.