In what people consider the “Corner of Everything”, located furthest away from any coastline, exists an island not too unlike Madagascar in its queerness, but still fairly odd by its own right. On this island resides a community of people with individuals very different from one another in every discerning way of personality and physical attribute. However, not one islander can identify what it is that makes him or herself different from another. Not only are the inhabitants strange, but so are the island’s attributes by climate and geography. The island contains every sort of ecosystem and landscape anyone can reasonably distinguish, but the island is large enough to accommodate all such settings without any harsh clash of otherwise unique factors of any one setting. If a person of keen and confident perception were to walk from one established setting to another very different one, not only would that person have to walk quite a length, but he or she will have a hard time distinguishing what has changed in the scenery. As large as this island is, however, it is not quite a continent; otherwise, a map-maker, journeyman, or world surveyor would feel quite foolish for missing a landmass the size any expert would purport the island should be to accommodate such ridiculous factors.
Besides the queerness of this island and everything contained, it is a rather peaceful, if not boring, place. The inhabitants have lived upon this island for an indeterminable amount of time. There are written accounts taken by the people of the island; in fact, there is a large library filled with pamphlets and scrolls, but no one can read these documents. The island is highly literate, perceptive, and intelligent; much more so than what could be said of any other peoples on this fantastic, diverse world of ours. However, because every one inhabitant is unique, their literature and language is each their own and can be only read by the author. So much for history, then.
