Realm
The realm of the four nations, of those who fit none of them, and of a single mountain.
Not a country but a realm: a closed world with its own sky, its own water, its own measure. From outside it has no border; inside it, there is a border everywhere. — A Treatise Upon Devran, leaf 12b
Devran is described by its four nations and by those who fit none of them. The division is not political but natural: water, air, fire, earth. Each nation lives by the measure of its element and errs by the fault of that same element. — A Treatise Upon Devran, leaf 12b
None can stand in another’s place. The scribe puts it thus: “What Devran calls balance is not peace; it is four necessities obliged to complete one another.” — A Treatise Upon Devran, leaf 12b
The name comes from a single word: to turn. Here nothing merely goes forward; everything turns, and turning it wears, and wearing it becomes something else. For this reason the history of Devran is not a line but a spiral — and no one knows where the spiral began. — A Treatise Upon Devran, leaf 12b
The first thing to strike me on entering was the Mountain of Being: a single mountain risen above the clouds, its summit out of sight. — Record 1
How large it is, whether it has an edge at all, whether there are settlements beyond the four nations — none of this do I know.