Sanctuary

What the Hub Represents

The Hub represents sanctuary in chaos

Where beings from shattered realities have found refuge and purpose. Not just a waystation, humanity's (and other beings') attempt to create meaning and community in the face of infinite uncertainty. Adaptation, collaboration, and the fundamental need for connection when everything familiar has been lost or changed.

What This Hub Is

The Hub is a living archive of survivors

Grown organically around the phenomenon of dimensional displacement. Started as emergency shelter but has evolved into something between a monastery, a research station, and a frontier town. Its inhabitants are the refugees, scholars, traders, and wanderers who have made this impossible place their home.

Why the Hub Exists Here

The Hub exists because reality broke and someone had to sweep up the pieces

Displaced beings needed somewhere to go. Somewhere stable enough to rest, plan, and understand what was happening. The Hub formed naturally: the eye of the storm. The one place where the chaos/instability is temporarily held at bay.

The Physical Form

The Hub takes the form of a collection of floating islands suspended in a void (eternal twilight)

Connected by bridges of crystallized starlight and tethered by chains of woven dimensional fabric. Each island represents a different approach to survival and understanding:

The Spire

A towering structure of unknown origin that seems to grow from the void itself. Part observatory, part lighthouse, part shrine. Pulses with a gentle rhythm that keeps the other islands stable. The <Guild?> maintains their vigil here, watching the cosmic dance of realities through crystalline windows that show not just what is but what could be.

The Garden

Lush islands where displaced ecosystems have taken root. Plants from a dozen different realities grow in impossible harmony. Tended by beings who remember extinct worlds. The air here smells of rain from forgotten skies and flowers that bloomed in other stars' light.

The Workshop

Islands of stone and metal where the sound of hammers rings through the void. Refugees who once were craftsmen have learned to forge alloys that don't exist in any single reality. Sparks from their anvils drift like fireflies through the darkness.

The Vault

Quiet islands lined with structures that seem to shift and change when not directly observed. Scholars and archivists work here. Cataloging stories, technologies, and wisdom of displaced civilizations before they fade from memory entirely.

How the Space Grows

The Hub expands through organic necessity and collective will

When new groups of displaced beings arrive the void itself seems to respond to their need. New islands crystallize from nothing. Shaped by the memories and hopes of their inhabitants.

The expansion follows patterns/stages:

• Crisis: When major dimensional catastrophes occur emergency platforms appear almost instantly
• Cultural: As communities establish themselves their shared identity manifests as architectural style and environmental changes
• Connective: New bridges and pathways form as relationships develop between different groups

The Inhabitants as Builders

The survivors become part of it

Their very presence beginning to influence their surroundings. A librarian's quarters might generate shelves, while a gardener's island becomes more fertile. The Hub responds to genuine need and authentic purpose.

Some inhabitants never leave their chosen islands becoming almost symbiotic with their domains. Others serve as bridges between communities. Their own nature adapting to help facilitate understanding and cooperation.

Surrounding Environment

The Hub exists in the interstitial space between realities

Not quite in any dimension but touching all of them. It occupies the pause between heartbeats of the cosmos. The silence between sentences in the multiverse novel. From here inhabitants can observe the dimensions without being swept away.

Hopeful residents see the void around the Hub not as empty but filled with possibility. Often speak of glimpsing shapes in the darkness they believe as potential worlds that might be, memories of realities that were, or dreams of dimensions that could still come to pass.

The Rifts

The rifts themselves appear as tears in the air at the edges of various islands. Each one surrounded by appropriate ceremonial architecture developed by the communities that use them most:

• Observatory: Surrounded by rotating orreries and star charts where departures are calculated and recorded
• Forge: Set within a great circular hearth where weapons and tools are blessed before journeys
• Archive: Flanked by towering stone tablets recording the names of all who have passed through

Daily Life in the Hub

Eternal Twilight

Time moves strangely here. Not mechanical tick of clocks. Organic rhythm of need and rest. The Hub exists in perpetual twilight with gentle auroras providing a slowly shifting light cycle that helps inhabitants maintain some semblance of routine.

Exchange

Every "day" begins with the Great Exchange. Gathering where news from recent rift expeditions is shared, resources are distributed, and new arrivals are welcomed. Not only practical it's spiritual too. Daily affirmation that despite everything community persists.

Night

As the aurora dims various groups maintain vigils. Watching for new rift formations. Tending to nocturnal plants from shadow-worlds. Maintaining the dimensional anchors that keep the Hub stable.

Meals

Shared dining experiences. Inhabitants recreate foods from their lost worlds. Sharing stories and flavors that keep dead realities alive in small but meaningful ways.