The Southern Continent stretches from a polar west to an equatorial east, broken in the center by a towering range of mountains. It's beautiful, certainly, but travelers have universally described it as "dusty", "lonely", or "melancholic". It is as if the land remembers every loss it has borne witness to through the millennia, and in grief has cast itself into a blue and golden tomb.
Despite its lonely nature, the Southern Continent is home to many cultures tucked away in valleys, nestled by rivers or simply wandering on the plains. For the most part, though, the population density is very sparse, with no cities or civilizations to speak of. Any rock or creek might not have been seen by another human in living memory. The foliage is always yellow, and a scent of grass or petrichor always in the air.