Lullaby for a Lost Era

Long before she wore the heavy crown of the Archbishop, before the blood of Zanado stained the valley red, Seiros knew true peace. In the gentle light of a forgotten dawn, she rested against her mother’s knee, lulled to sleep by the soft strings of Sothis’s harp. For millennia after that horrific day, Rhea carried the unbearable weight of survival, erecting the Church and rewriting history—all to recreate this one vanished moment. Behind her serene smile lies a broken child of Nabatea, forever trapped in the grief of a song that ended far too soon.​Rhea: "Mother... I have waited for thousands of years just to hear your voice again. I built a sanctuary for the world, but my own soul remains forever stranded in the quiet valley of your absence.