At the desert's heart stands Enimogos—the shattered capital of the Postronamas Empire.
Visible for miles: a cluster of massive crystalline spires erupting from the sand, half-collapsed, surrounded by buried ruins. These were the largest crystals, the most powerful amplifiers in the network. When the empire fell, Enimogos was ground zero.
The spires still resonate. Approaching within a mile, you feel it in your bones: a hum below hearing. Within a hundred yards, the hallucinations start—dreams while awake, voices in languages you've never heard, memories that aren't yours. Stay a day, you'll struggle to remember your name. Stay a week, you won't leave.
The Seyiki call Enimogos "the Broken Song" and refuse to approach. Treasure hunters occasionally try for the artifacts buried in the ruins. Some return wealthy; more return mad; most don't return at all.