The land spans thirteen thousand seven hundred fifty-six kilometres across a dead reef raised above water. Fine dust settles on everything and blots out distance while rain falls most days.
An arrival sees the flat shelf drop away into fill and the gate open on sector eight of the Dimensional Station.

The ground is porous and sharp underfoot while edges drop away into the fill.
from Annals of the Reef, by Fesvirn
The shelf supports a dead reef raised above water. Rain falls on the land most days and dry ground is scarce enough to be owned.
A drone meets any arrival carrying a weapon. The greeting always opens with these two sentences.
from Tide Table for Sector 8, by Gyfi
The gate opens on Dimensional Station sector eight as a door a person walks through. Its schedule moves without anyone having fully charted the pattern.
Ownership counts more than family ties here.
from Sermon on Dry Ground, by Reya
One region has declared itself independent and is recruiting through the gate. The oldest living person rules whoever they are until they die.
The land holds four main places where customs and power concentrate.