The Imagined Isles are a scattered archipelago adrift in the deep currents of the Void, far beyond the tattered hem of the Fraying. No two travellers describe them alike, for the islands shift to the shape of whatever a wandering mind dares to dream — castles spun from cloud, beasts of impossible feather and scale, oceans that flow uphill. They say a wish whispered on the shore can grow legs and walk away. But the Isles are perilous too: imagine too greedily, or too carelessly, and the islands may imagine you right back — unmaking you into something new and unrecognisable.