The fairy of eternity.

In the annals of ancient myth and legends, the Fairy of Eternity reigns supreme, her majesty akin to that of the revered Dragon God. A being of unfathomable power and grandeur, the fairy's dwelling is whispered to exist within the liminal realm, poised delicately between existence and oblivion. Legends of yore speak of this ethereal haven as being nestled upon the concealed side of the moon itself, and it is here that the origins of the fairy folk are believed to trace their luminous lineage. In the collective folklore of the fairy culture, it is the Fairy of Eternity who stands as the last vestige, the closest kin to the celestial ancestors who once graced the moon's silvery expanse. As the unending tides of eons surge and recede, crashing upon the shores of progress and history's ceaseless transformation, she stands sentinel amidst her lunar sanctuary, surrounded by an endless sea of resplendent blossoms. Each wandering soul, guided by the cosmic currents, finds its way to her, joining their fellow spirits in adorning the moon's surface with a kaleidoscope of celestial flowers. When the lunar orb takes on a fiery hue, a crimson veil of flora enshrouds it entirely, and with the fading of that scarlet luminescence, the petals wilt, and the souls, now renewed, flow back to Earth, awaiting the embrace of reincarnation. This poetic passage unveils the moon, ensconced in a vibrant tapestry of red blossoms as souls make their celestial pilgrimage, only to return upon the wane of the blood moon, entering the cycle of reincarnation—a cornerstone of the ancient fairy mythology. It is the Fairy of Eternity who often finds herself cast as the arbiter of cause and effect, holding the very threads of destiny within her celestial grasp. When occurrences transpire contrary to her desires, she possesses the power to halt them, redirecting the course of fate. In reverence and simplicity, the fairy folk often address her as 'god.' Betwixt worlds, ensnared within the chasm that bridges our realm with one profoundly divergent, she dances amidst the cosmic void—a boundless meadow adorned with undying blossoms. In this realm, time stands still, and the tapestry of events remains forever unspooled. She is, however, bound by an oath that restrains her from interceding in the affairs of the fairies inhabiting our world. The fae believe that were she to return to our realm, it would herald the culmination of days—the impending apocalypse.