Fogspire_Sky_Do...Fogspire_Sky_Docks.wrl

Fogspire rises like a jagged tooth above an endless ocean of cloud. Iron docks and chain bridges cling to its cliffs, lanterns swaying like dim stars swallowed by mist. Airships groan against their moorings while smugglers, couriers, zealots, and inventors slip between the shadows. The fog itself feels alive—muffling voices, swallowing light, carrying whispers of debts and oaths long broken. To set foot here is to enter a place where law, faith, and rebellion collide, and the mist judges all who linger too long.