"Somewhere with a name the living don't know." he replied quietly, watching her blow on her coffee. "But it ain't no place of rest, it's a place where life continues. People live, they work, they wake and sleep...they continue on in a world that, while rough frontier, is small and peaceful. It's a realm of perfect twilight, where the day always shines with pearl gray light."

With a sigh, he leaned in and ran a hand back over his hair, but there was a slight softening to his features. "It's...a true frontier. A land you can shape to be whatever you want from it."