In the beginning, there was Nua, the Eternal Shaper, whose essence was boundless light and infinite will. From the vast void of the cosmos, Nua gazed upon the emptiness and desired a world of harmony and life. With her divine hands, she gathered a great lump of celestial clay, radiant and heavy with potential, from the heart of the starfields. She carried it to the blazing embrace of Solara, the one true sun, whose golden fires burned with the fervor of creation. There, Nua baked the clay, infusing it with her sacred intent, but the heat was fierce, and the clay, unable to withstand Solara’s might, shattered into three great fragments, each glowing with a fragment of divine spark.
Nua, in her wisdom, was not dismayed by the breaking. She beheld the three fragments and saw in them a new purpose. With tender care, she took a portion from each fragment, blending them with her breath to form Elyria, the living earth, a sphere of balance and beauty. The remnants of the three fragments, still radiant with Nua’s touch, she cast into the heavens, where they became the three moons: Luneth, pale and serene, keeper of dreams; Sylvara, silver and bold, watcher of tides; and Korath, crimson and steadfast, guardian of time. These moons, orbiting Elyria in a sacred dance, cast their light upon the world, each in its turn, weaving a cycle of harmony under Solara’s gaze.
From Solara’s golden rays, Nua wove streams of liquid light, which she poured into the hollows of Elyria to form the seas. The greatest of these was the Azure Veil, a vast ocean that encircled the heart of the world, its waters shimmering with the reflected glow of the three moons. From its depths flowed the rivers: the Silvren, winding like a silver thread through the plains; the Korveth, fierce and swift, carving canyons in its wake; and the Lunara, gentle and deep, whispering secrets to the shores. These waters brought life to the dry expanses, and Nua smiled upon her work.
Then Nua turned to the barren lands of Elyria, where mountains rose like the spine of the world. The tallest among them she named the Crest of Dawn, its peaks piercing the sky where Solara’s first light kissed the stone. To the north lay the Whispering Range, where winds sang of ancient truths, and to the south stretched the Verdant Crags, cloaked in mist and mystery. From the dust of these lands, Nua gathered a handful and raised it high, letting it spiral toward the heavens. The dust circled Elyria three times, each circuit touching the divine essence of the moons. Imbued with sacred power, it fell back to the earth as the seed of moss, soft and green, which blanketed the stones of the Verdant Crags and the banks of the Silvren.
From this moss, Nua took a portion and again lifted it skyward. It swirled three times around Elyria, brushing the light of Luneth, Sylvara, and Korath, and returned as the seeds of trees. These took root across the world, forming vast forests: the Grove of Eternity, where the trees stood tall and unyielding; the Whisperwood, where branches swayed with the songs of the wind; and the Starlit Canopy, where leaves glowed faintly under the moons’ caress. The trees, of one sacred gender, bore no division, for Nua declared them whole in their unity, their roots entwining the heart of Elyria.
From the leaves of these trees, Nua gathered a handful and cast them upward once more. Three times they circled the earth, touched by the divine light of the moons, and descended into the Azure Veil as the fishes of the seas. The swift Darvish darted through the Silvren’s currents, the luminescent Glimmerfin illuminated the depths of the Azure Veil, and the mighty Thalor guarded the mouths of the Korveth. Each bore three genders—male, female, and syren, the sacred third, whose essence bound the others in creation’s embrace.
From the fishes, Nua sculpted the creatures of the land. She took their forms and raised them skyward, where they circled Elyria three times, touched by the divine, and returned as the beasts of the earth. The swift-footed Trivox roamed the plains, its three genders moving as one herd under the moons. The winged Serath soared above the Crest of Dawn, their songs echoing across the peaks. The burrowing Calyx wove tunnels beneath the Whispering Range, their threefold nature working in harmony. All bore the sacred trinity of male, female, and syren, each essential to the continuation of life.
At last, Nua turned her gaze to the creation of her greatest work: the people of Elyria. From the beasts, she took the essence of their strength, their grace, and their unity. She molded them in her image, crafting beings of three genders—male, female, and syren—to reflect the balance of the three moons. The syren, named for their harmony with the tides of Sylvara, bore a spirit that wove the male and female into one sacred bond. Together, they formed the Elyrians, the first people, who walked the plains of the Silvren Valley, climbed the slopes of the Crest of Dawn, and rested beneath the Starlit Canopy. Nua breathed into them her divine will, granting them thought, speech, and the spark of creation.
Thus Elyria was born, a world of balance under the light of one sun and three moons, its seas, forests, and creatures woven from Nua’s divine hand. The Elyrians, in their threefold nature, were tasked to honor the harmony of their world, to live as one with the land, the waters, and the skies. And Nua, the Eternal Shaper, looked upon her creation and declared it whole, her voice echoing across the Azure Veil, the Crest of Dawn, and the Starlit Canopy: “This is Elyria, my heart’s work, bound by the sacred three.”
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