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The World
Myrravel
Myrravell is not a world.
She is a breath. A lullaby. A promise never broken.
The Elari do not speak of her as a place, but as a mother, a memory, a being. Her forests once shimmered like glass under a twilight sky, her air thick with sweet mist and ancient song. Trees rose in spirals. Moonflowers bloomed in secret. And the water—alive with color—carried the voices of those who remembered how to listen.
She was whole.
Then came the mining. The trade. The theft of her breath.
And so, she went silent.
But not dead.
In secret, she remembers. And with every Elari who returns, she breathes again.
Overview: A Living Planet
Myrravell is the original homeworld of the Elari people. A living planet, she once offered her magic freely—infused in every breath, every root, every drop of mist. Those born to her land didn’t learn magic; they remembered it.
Her landscapes are surreal:
Trees white as mycelium, rising like veins toward the sky.
Iridescent moss glowing beneath curled vines.
Waters that shift in hue with emotion and season.
Glowing bugs no bigger than dust, caught in her breath like stars.
Now, much of her lies in ruin. But deep within—where Haven hides—she lives still.
Haven: A Sanctuary Within
Haven is a sacred pocket of untouched land on Myrravell. Hidden, preserved, and pulsing with the old magic, it is the place where Eva was taken after Seren’s death. It was called into being by Eva’s grief and the Oracle’s ancient power.
Haven is not just a place—it is a soul memory.
Those who enter it remember who they were before they forgot.
Eva can return to Haven from anywhere through soul-travel, though doing so drains her deeply. It is her anchor, her refuge, and the last living thread to the world she lost.
Seasonal Eclipses & the Moons
Myrravell is watched over by two moons: Solun and Velmara—Body and Shadow.
Their eclipses mark the start of each season and are sacred to the Elari.
During each Veilfire Eclipse, the magic of Myrravell intensifies, and the veil between worlds grows thin.
Why Myrravell Matters
This is not just Eva’s home. It is her heartbeat.
Everything she is—her power, her grief, her silence—is rooted in the soil of a planet that remembers. When she lights her lanterns, when she sings the rites, when she weeps beneath the willow—it is Myrravell who listens.
And slowly… she begins to answer.
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Calendar System
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The Weight of Silent Things 