The Wandering Veil is a vast province of open plains and drifting afterlife weather, broad enough to hold many settlements without ever feeling centered. It serves as a threshold realm for souls that passed through life without divine claim, so the living and the dead share roads, markets, and rituals. Communities survive by reading fog, honoring names, and keeping the old lanes lit. Every mile feels provisional, as if the land may remember a different shape by nightfall.