Roughly in the center of the Fair-and-just-rule-of-minds is a large “town” who’s entire function is the disposal of the nations waste. That problem which plagues the Folk-of-brilliant-mind more than anything else: The byproduct of their genius ever progressing as they do, like a long distance runner always catching new wind chasing the heals of a close rival. This location while hosting all kinds of typical trash and refuse from across the nation is most well known for its large scope issue of Hyper Meyda Density. When the Mind-destroying-power-maker requires a purging of Meyda it must go somewhere, and where else than Where-it-all-will-go. Originally three colossal vats were the primary reservoir for this offloading of Extramaterial Substance then slowly over time the Hyper Dense Meyda would be pressurized until it began to form Minor Stones which could be used in other projects or added to the rest of the waste where their much decreased output of Meyda would be less dangerous. This solution was initially well received and functioned effectively for nearly four decades. However, the originally assumed scale of progress was far too modest and the consumption of the nation outpaced Where-it-all-will-go’s measures in a sudden, frightening leap. Now, a trash heap filled with countless Minor Stones and vats built in a rush leaking Hyper Dense Meyda has made the entire area for many miles a highly volatile hazard. Any Soul entity in too close proximity to Where-it-all-will-go without some kind of Meyda-leho protective gear will Sprout within minutes or seconds depending on proximity.
While heavily industrialized in this area there where several small portions of wild ecology which have been irreversibly changed. Most animals here suffer from Cellular Dysmorphia if their Material form has not already fully demanifested. Their intent lingers in the area, an Extramaterial figment of primal instincts that is capable of conjoining others of its kind. Known as the Feral-of-the-unseen. Feral-of-the-unseen lash out at anything close by and have made potential clean up and diffusion of Where-it-all-will-go much more dangerous than it once might have been.
By far considered to be the Folk-of-brilliant-mind’s greatest failing Where-it-all-will-go is the greatest blot on their otherwise brilliant history of innovation and technological progress. It reminds them that pushing forward without caution comes with a great price, even if you or your children are not the ones who pay for it.