Aenatherra
Aenatherra drifts above the clouds like a forgotten crown. Cities carved into moonstone, its people speak in symbols and remember in dreams. Gravity has rules here—but they’re optional.
where it all begins
Aenatherra drifts above the clouds like a forgotten crown. Cities carved into moonstone, its people speak in symbols and remember in dreams. Gravity has rules here—but they’re optional.
Once a peaceful village surrounded by woods, The Quiet Vale is now a place people forget too easily. Locals speak in half-truths. Trees lean closer than they should. Night falls too fast.