The Anti-Plane

The Anti-Plane stretches for unfathomable distance; it is thought to be infinite in size, possibly producing more of itself at an accelerated rate similarly to the universe itself. The Anti-Plane is not necessarily a plane itself, but rather the by-product of what is not plane and not Pathway; it was not created by the Guardians and is mostly out of their comprehension, and although it is tied to the Darkness (as creatures spawned from the Darkness are the most likely to send you there by the consumption of your soul) it is unaffiliated with it. Its ground is relatively flat, although sparse hills do spread throughout its surface. Much of the surface is covered in a gritty orange like sand, it is coarse and thick, like crushed or powdered bone, areas such as these are littered with rocky outcrops and seem to emanate an orange aura, possibly from the light reflecting off of the ochre tinted ground. Strange gothic architecture seems to dot the landscape, bare and stony, alongside strange wooden pylons hanging drying body parts or bone, although some occasionally have sentimental objects such as jewellery tied into their rope bindings.

The second, and only other, environment of the Anti-Plane is much more organic, covered in a flesh-like flooring which courses along the ground like strings of sinew. It is meaty and raw, almost fetid to the touch, much of the matter here seems recycled from those who have lost their way, blood soaked bones of all sizes jutting from the ground and crumbling from their fluid logged nature. Lakes of ichor and dark fluids stream flow thickly and steadily throughout the lower regions, pooling in large lakes, these areas are especially dangerous to those seeking their soulstuff as it is much more inebriating to search through than that of the open ground.

Those who become lost for too long in the nothingness slowly lose themselves, condemning themselves to the strange amalgam of parts and leftovers that they managed to scrape together before either succumbing or giving up. These creatures may aimlessly wander, shambling about on whatever appendages they were lucky enough to receive or they may sit eerily quiet, watching their empty world through aeons of nothingness.

Coffin, oftentimes shortened to Fin, is the only known survivor of the Anti-Plane, a phenomenon of unlimited landmass which surrounds the plane system. Those who have their soul shattered after death will be automatically reconstructed inside of the Anti-Plane as a failsafe, their existence no longer having sustenance within the Plane System.

In order to leave the Anti-Plane, one is given an infinity of time in order to recollect parts of their shattered soul. Beginning as nothing other than a mass of fibrous gunk, the individual can grow limbs and much more the further along they get to the full restoration of their entire soul. Although the process is practically impossible for oneself due to the infinite landmass of the Anti-Plane and the sheer amount of soul shards they must find, if one were to fully restore their soul, then they would be returned to the Plane System, where a Reaper will accompany them to their true afterlife. Soul shards belonging to an individual can only be sighted by them, however the shards can be scattered and dropped if they are harmed by another individual. This can be extremely dangerous had a fight break out near a body of liquid, since the shards would be much more difficult to recover from within the fluid.