A beautiful, mystical realm steeped in dreams and nightmares, myths, and rumors. Rumored to be the highest aisle in Gaimera.
Those Who Hide portray it as a remnant belonging to the Night Kingdom of Old.
Ancient Alseids of Portam's Forests say it is a forge belonging to the mythical Lord of Night, left behind from the Draconic or Runic Eras. A comet signified the swinging of his hammer, crashing with the arrival of a new creation - a new "dream."
Dogs of Paws proclaim it is the final trial of the Storm Giant Vasreli who grieves of a long lost time behind its closed gates.
Scholarly types interpret it as a Nexus of Knowledge and hopes, giant ruins flown in from elsewhere.
While the lost an desperate see it as a final hope that grant wishes or foretells unmistakable destiny, or fate, to the daring who seek to grasp it in their own hands. Beware, though, the horrors that stalk this grove.
There are Scholars, Nightsouls, and Giantkin alike who built shelters a safe distance away shrouded in the starry jungle for they cannot bear to part from that sacred ground for long, growing addicted to its dreams or believing another slumber there shall be enough to seize destiny into their own two hands.
If you seek to grasp your own future, here would be no better place - if you can bear to walk away from your own dreams.