The Umbra. It was both a means of travel and a place of safety for those of us who had been tied to it from birth. It was the space between the Nine Realms, the void that was both between and within every plane. It wasn't emptiness. Not really. It was the home of the shadows, incorporeal creations of the Mother goddess. Guardians, servants of the creatrix that had birthed them...and us. The endless darkness is a place where we call home and the sole path to the Plane, Vatra, where our people originated. It links us all together just as surely as does past and present, love and hate, family and friend. Life and death. We were all bound by our origins, our past, and the darkness that held sway over us all.