Ankghora used to float, at least that's how the mother tells it. Unfettered and unchained to the earth and blessed by the gods. Ankghora used to have nights brighter than the day with each star blazing in full force in honor of beloved Moonglow. Ankghora used to be many things, but now it is nothing, nothing but a land of stories whispered in a now dim night to a child too young to fully understand the weight of them.