[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Quadling Country]
[Glinda's Castle]
Imagine a space filled to the brim with stars—an endless spread of celestial bodies burning across an immeasurable dark. Some shine fiercely, their light cutting through the void, while others flicker more softly, less imposing but no less present. You would notice the difference, of course. Anyone would, if they cared to look long enough. But in the end, a star is still a star, no matter how brightly—or dimly—it burns.
Now imagine something else within that same vast expanse.
Not a dim star or a fading one.
An absence.
A place where something should be, yet there is nothing. No glow, no flicker, and no sign of light at all. A body that does not shine, that does not even attempt to. Something that exists where existence feels misplaced—like a hollow carved into the natural order of things.
And yet it persists.
