Apanórion

The Threads Between Worlds

Apanórion is not a realm—it is the space between realms. A boundless, shifting web of resonance and light, it connects the planes of existence like threads in a vast, unknowable loom. Each pathway is a shimmer in the dark, a line of unspoken song linking two distant truths.   This is where the Táriporti leads: not from one world to another, but through Apanórion, a place of pure magic and peril.   Crossing Apanórion is not instantaneous. Once a portal is opened, the traveler must navigate the luminous threads of the cosmic weave, each one vibrating with colorless sound and glimpses of elsewhere. These threads form shifting bridges through the void—anchored to the will of the caster, and the resonance of Ciryathanor.   Within the weave, nothing is still. Shapes drift at the edge of perception, and the sky—if it can be called that—glows with fractured auroras. Some walkers claim to hear deep harmonic tones, as if the universe hums in chorus, waiting to be understood.

“You do not walk Apanórion. You are sung through it.”

— Istarwen Laurion, Helcarandor of the Second Circle

The greatest danger is to lose focus. Without unbroken clarity of destination, a traveler may stray from the thread and drift among unformed possibility—lost not to death, but to non-reality.  

The Hidden Realms Beyond

Each thread in Apanórion leads to a different plane. Some are wild with elemental power. Others are calm, radiant, or utterly alien. The Helcarandor came to speak of the Realm of Radiance, the Verdant Expanse, the Forge of Flames, and more—but these are not destinations easily mapped. Each visit reveals something new, as if the planes themselves shift with time or perception.   These worlds do not obey the rules of Endórëmar. Time bends. Colors speak. Creatures of thought blink in and out of form. Even memory is unreliable, shaped by the realm as much as the traveler.   And yet, the Helcarandor return—changed, yes, but bearing glimpses of truths untouched by elven hands.  

Reverence, Not Rule

From the beginning, the Valaraith understood: Apanórion is not a thing to be mastered. It is a bridge between mysteries. The Helcarandor never sought to colonize the planes. They walked only to witness, to listen. And they were not always welcome.

“Some doors do not wish to be opened. And some… open too easily.”

— Maeralith Feniel, Helcarandor of the Fifth Circle

  The weave is still open. The doors still whisper. And somewhere, in the depths between stars, the next thread waits.