Shades of Amber
The senses are such uncertain things, and now mine were strained beyond their limits. The rock on which I stood… If I attempted to fix my gaze upon it, it took on the aspect of a pavement on a hot afternoon. It seemed to shift and waver, though my footing was undisturbed. And it was undecided as to the portion of the spectrum it might call home. It pulsated and flashed like the skin of an iguana. Looking upward, I beheld a sky such as I had never before set eyes upon. At the moment, it was split down the middle-half of it of deepest night-black, and the stars danced within it. When I say danced, I do not mean twinkled; they cavorted and they shifted magnitudes; they darted and they circled; they flared to nova brilliance, then faded to nothing. It was a frightening spectacle to behold, and my stomach tightened within me as I experienced a profound acrophobia. Yet, shifting my gaze did little to improve the situation. The other half of the sky was like a bottle of colored sands, continuously shaken; belts of orange, yellow, red, blue, brown, and purple turned and twisted; patches of green, mauve, gray, and dead white came and went, sometimes snaking into belthood, replacing or joining the other writhing entities.
Hand of Oberon
The Courts of Chaos lie along the edge of the Abyss, the end of all things. It is the home of the Lords of Chaos, and the place where the shadows run wild. It is a difficult place for an Amberite to reach, just as Amber is difficult for a Chaosite to find. Within the Courts of Chaos in a deep cavern is the Logrus, which many Chaosites believe is the source of the Courts themselves. The Great Houses of Chaos maintain homes within the Courts, sometimes extending outwards over the Abyss itself.