Every time someone has a passing thought, a daydream, or a fantasy, that idea is born. Some free themselves from their temporal bonds and find their way into reality, but most are trapped forever inside the Dusky Garden.
The Dusky Garden has infinite forms. Every time someone creates an Idea, a new level of the Dusky Garden comes into existence, as if it were always there. The true face of the Dusky Garden is a simple garden, a perfect square with four-hundred forty-three thousand, five-hundred and fifty-six square yards in area. The entire garden is littered with every flower known, and some not yet created. The world is stuck in an eternal dusk, but it is bright enough to see, even if that's all.