Welcome to Dungeon Desire’s most chaotic, intoxicating setting. The curse (or blessing) of Rune is simple: Time doesn’t pass here the way it should.
Stay awake. Stay rolling.
The Sleepless City doesn’t just stay awake. It burns . Perpetual lanterns fueled by captured will-o’-wisps line every crooked street. Arcane forges clang through the false dawn. And somewhere, in a hidden speakeasy beneath a collapsed aqueduct, a necromancer is teaching a skeleton to dance the waltz for the third night in a row.