The Dreaming Sea
Close your eyes and dream of the world as it was in its youth. Imagine a forgotten age of gleaming cities of stone and bronze; of heaving seas and demon-ridden stormwinds; of mighty heroes, blessed by the gods, and their wars which rent all Creation asunder. Dream of an age
after the casting of the world from the stuff of chaos, after the fall of the first and greatest era of mankind, but before the gods and demons and their manifold champions vanished from reckoning. Imagine a flat world, floating atop the immensity of chaos. This is Creation in the Second Age of Man.
This is the world of Exalted.