The forest, the sea, the sky, the land, the beyond, the Dreamlands, and the SEVEN.
All life stands upon a single axis, the spine.
No one knows where this gathering of lives finds its end, nor when the nameless first stepped onto diverging paths.
Where has magic drifted, carried upon the Niveus Dust?
When shall sun and moon meet once more in union?
Beyond the turning of this world, does another follow the same course?
When the sun and the moon fall into alignment, the structure of the world is set into great upheaval.
Magic is drawn into motion, carried upon the Niveus Dust and the light of the heavens, shifting and redistributing in vast currents.
When will that day arrive again? Perhaps in ten years, perhaps in ten days.Yet what changes in this world reaches far beyond that alone.
Humans departed long ago from the place where many forms of magic once clashed and intertwined, seeking a wider land.
That origin has since faded into something spoken of only in fragments, like an old and guarded whisper.
Cut off from the rest of the world, this realm has never stood still.It continues to move, to change, and to hold stories that belong to the present.
Clear skies or falling snow, the passing of day and night, the turning of the seasons—new life continues to emerge.
There is no reproduction as humans would name it.
Most forms of life lean toward a feminine or androgynous aspect, yet they persist according to their own order.
They appear at their appointed moments, in their destined places. That is what is called birth.
The divisions between their kinds are not drawn by lineage as humans understand it, but by the nature of the magic within their blood.
