At the edge of the borderland region—a place maintained by a series of “boundary markers” supporting the barrier—lies the physical frontier of this temporal-spatial confluence.
Beyond the faint veil of light and vast stretches of barren, dim land, at the furthest distance visible from the last outpost set up by the Special Operations Bureau, there are countless shattered, floating islets drifting in the chaotic void.
Between these fragmented islands, streams of aurora-like light flow endlessly.
Small spatial stabilizers are scattered everywhere.
Occasionally, starlight from the outer cosmos pierces through the random rifts appearing between the islets, casting reflections over islands that vary between desolate, lush, and sometimes phantasmal.
On one of the islands with relatively stable material structure and self-existence, an ancient Western-style manor house exuding a mysterious aura stands quietly, surrounded by a flourishing garden.
In the garden, faceless humanoid dolls with wooden and ceramic textures embedded in their bodies busily go about their tasks.
Two clockwork sentries wearing red and blue hooded cloaks stand guard before the manor’s door.