At an uncertain time, the Grave-Keeper accidentally stumbled Outwith. They looked around, pulling off their hood for clarity, and were confused — this is a place they didn’t know could exist.

Outwither: Haven’t seen your kind before.

Startled, but not afraid, the Grave-Keeper turned to meet the unfamiliar voice.

Grave-Keeper: I don’t have a kind. Who are you? How do you exist in this place?

Outwither: This is The Outwith. That which does not exist, here exists.

Grave-Keeper: I don’t understand.

Outwither: Good. Perhaps you will be able to find your understanding in this place.