Born from the first prayers of safety and the communal joy of the first harvest moon.

The Ever-Rolling Meadow, a celestial plane where the sun never truly sets, but softens into a golden twilight of rest.

A familial circle of peers where titles are honorifics rather than measures of absolute authority.

The deities walk among mortals as gentle whispers, teaching them to mend what is broken and share what is plentiful.

The Weaver's Respite, a realm where souls assist Lyra in composing the eternal song of the world's beauty.