The Tower, a great edifice in the Central Pole where the land ends, and the ice reigns above and suburban. They say that once, long ago, Yule itself wrested the Tower from the Earth, and from it spread the great Calamity. Which, to be honest, the records say was not too great for everyone involved.
It's really all hearsay and heresy, you know how these things go.
"Yagen," the traveler said, in response, making me wonder how he could hear me, Eddy, your narrator...and also a small swirl in water...depending on your perspective. Yes, that's right, I am a small ephemeral phenomena that occurs only in liquids...at least in your Plane of being. Who knows how physics--or if physics rather--is even here. You know?
Do you know?
Because I don't.
This is all very confusing.
"It is said in legend, that there was that which was the most yagen that ever yagen. You could say, perhaps, that his was the yagenest of Yagen. The scholars are not quite sure from whensts and whilst the Yagen yagen'd. Or anything, or nothing. Who knows? We know only what we do not know, and we only know...that we know nothing. Which is to say that we know everything that is not nothing. True story."
Then the scholarly Beyoning Fidlsticks found himself promptly rent from our world. He should have paid the lease, but oh well, here we are.
Anywho, what was I saying?
Doesn't matter. Have fun.
From there the wind swept across the plane of ice, scouring it of dust and snow, which eddied in the air raucously, but without warmth. You find yourself here, near the foot of the Tower. You have all come for different reasons...and you will all die depart in time.
So have at it, while you still can.