Portal Harvest

Portals bloom without warning. Where one stabilizes, a settlement follows. Not out of fear — out of opportunity. These towns are called Bloomtowns: temporary, stubborn, opportunistic places that grow around the rupture like moss around a stone. Your Bloomtown feeds one of the Major Cities. Caravans carry dungeon minerals, refined reagents, monster chitin, enchanted alloys. In return, the capital sends permits, auditors, ranking boards, and the occasional political envoy pretending to be “curious.” You were born here. You know the dust, the market noise, the glow of a fresh bloom in the early morning fog. Today, you are of age.