Terraverde Basin
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Stepping over the towering rim of the Terraverde Basin impact crater is like passing from daylight into a twilight jewel-box. The inner slopes descend in broad, terraced steps, each ledge studded with shards of shattered crystals that jut skyward like frozen lightning. Sunbeams refract through these violet-silver spires, casting prismatic ghosts that dance across carpets of emerald moss. Here and there, pools of warm mist swirl above cracks in the crater floor, carrying a faint scent of crushed honeycomb and wildflowers.
The valley’s floor - known to locals as Terraverde Basin - unfolds in rolling meadow-patches punctuated by clusters of Glowbloom. Their moon-pale petals lie half-closed by day, yet even under the sun each blossom pulses with a subtle, rhythmic shimmer. When a cloud drifts across the light, the flowers brighten, setting off pockets of soft luminescence that ripple like constellations fallen upon the grass.
A constant, living bass line hums through the air: the wing-song of thousands of bees. They spiral between crystal needles and drifting motes of Aeum, ferrying pollen toward the dome-shaped cave mouth at the vale’s centre. Over centuries the bees have sculpted threads of raw wax along crystal faces, forming natural causeways that glitter with amber drip.
Vegetation nearer the cave has begun to grow uncanny - trumpet-sized lilies, shoulder-high clover, and maple saplings that sprout leaves as broad as banners. Dew beads on these oversized plants trace faint, luminous channels, as though the very sap carries residual moonlight.
At dusk the scene shifts again: crystals catch the first silver of the rising moon, Glowblooms unfurl in a hush of shimmering petals, and the valley floor glows with a milky radiance strong enough to read by. It is then that rabbitfolk spore-collectors and wandering botanists grow quiet, for each knows the stories - of Lumina’s silent walks between the stalks, of lightning that arcs from shard to shard without a storm, and of shapes, too large to be drones, circling the mouth of the hive-dome where the true heart of Terraverde Basin beats in amber darkness.
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Teraverde Vale by Tillerz using MJ
The Hive-Dome
A steep-sided sinkhole of moss-slick stone and twisted tree-roots drops eighty feet into a hidden cavern: a natural dome forty metres wide, its arched ceiling bristling with Amalthean crystal spires. Each violet-silver shard drips with Aeum-rich condensation, bathing the chamber in a dim lavender glow. Wide curtains of honeycomb hang like cathedral tapestries from those crystals, their hexagonal cells pulsing with amber light. The air is warm, wet and scented with resin; every breath carries the taste of molten honey. An unbroken bass hum vibrates through boots and breastplates alike - thousands of wings in perfect chorus. Every few seconds a crackling arc of sparks leaps along a crystal chain, meets the Great Comb that dominates the centre, and blooms in a flash of cold moonlight. That moment reveals a living silhouette within the waxy wall: a slumbering, giant queen of the bees.
At ground level, veils of wax and dangling stalactites carve the dome into shifting corridors. Fist-sized guardian drones patrol in lazy spirals; their compound eyes glow cobalt where Aeum has replaced ordinary chitin. Pools of condensed nectar ripple with ripcord heat, and sticky strands of propolis stretch across gaps like amber trip-wires. Near the rear wall rises a broad calcite ramp spiralling toward the ceiling - Lumina’s favoured path when she glides between the outer world and her hidden throne. The ramp ends at a slender fissure that exhales sweet, humid air: the tunnel to Greenvale’s secret, over-grown hills where giant pollen blooms already sway in anticipation of a future army of giant bees.
Hive Dome by Tillerz using MJ
I sense adventure here...
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Oh yeah. Still need to add a map though. :)