ASTRAL



You do not enter the Astral Realm in a single moment. You arrive in many.

Here, time is not an unseen force, quietly passing beyond notice. It is alive, tangible, and ever-shifting. Seasons unfold and collapse within the space of a breath. Daylight fractures into dusk, night dissolves into morning, and no moment lingers long enough to be trusted.

A single river winds through the heart of this realm, its waters shimmering with the flow of countless passing moments. It does not simply carve through the land — it carries time itself, drawing everything forward, backward… and sometimes nowhere at all. Beauty thrives beside decay. Warmth fades into frost without warning. What is whole may become broken, and what is lost may return… altered.

To step into the Astral Realm is to surrender certainty. For here, time does not follow. It chooses.