The Remnant Realms are a vast country of broken kingdoms and toppled spires, where the wind moves between empty thrones and the road signs all point to places no one remembers. Crumbling citadels lean against one another like old friends keeping each other upright, and from the dust come odd fragments — a half-stanza here, a coat of arms with no name, a chapter ripped from the middle of a forgotten epic. They say these are the stories that were never finished, abandoned by their tellers, waiting in patient ruin for a StoryWeaver brave enough to write them an ending.