The domain of the Constellation of the Lion did not belong to any geography known to mortals... It was a dimension suspended at the summit of the firmament, where the air was nothing more than a pure essence of solar mana.
The floor of the Constellation's Sanctuary consisted of white marble slabs veined with gold, so polished that they reflected the glow of distant stars like an infinite mirror. All around this colossal platform, cascades of liquid fire poured into the cosmic void, creating a perpetual golden glow that made any shadow impossible.
Corinthian columns of dizzying height supported a celestial vault where nebulae seemed to dance to the rhythm of an inaudible music. The atmosphere was saturated with a natural gravitational pressure, a force that would have instantly reduced the bones of an ordinary human to pulp.
