Crimson forests, end barrens, and plains all converge near an Eerie Spire beneath a purpling sky. How can a place feel so familiar and yet so deeply wrong at once?
December 17, 2025
Unnatural inhabitants
This can be no daylight, for daylight would surely cause hoglins to perish, shudder, twist, and transform. Instead, they seem to be none the wiser as to the wrongness of this unnatural world, happily frolicing through grass greener than they ought to see.