Dear Traveler,
Congratulations. Somehow, you survived long enough to reach my tomb—and, miracle of miracles, you still have the limbs to open this will. I envy you, truly.
It's time I reveal a truth few ever glimpse: the structure of reality as I've come to know it.
Planets – Dense spheres with cores that matter far more than they should. They're ranked, from the Forgotten to the Superior. Yours? Sadly, Forgotten. I placed this will here knowing few would dare disturb it.
Worlds – Clusters of planets, mostly of similar rank, though some stray higher or lower.
Realms – Larger dimensions containing multiple worlds.
Planes – Abstract, spiritual, or elemental layers. Difficult to reach, teeming with forces beyond comprehension.
Domains – Territories ruled by those strong enough to bend lesser beings.
Spheres – Vast structures encompassing multiple domains and planes.
The Void / Chaos – The outermost layer, the beginning and end of everything.
Exercise caution. Keep your mouth shut. I would not wish to be hunted—or cursed—again, even from beyond the grave. Consider this knowledge a shield for your fragile existence.