Before time was truly measured, before the sun and moon held dominion over the sky, there existed Sennegrass. Not as a place, but as a *feeling*. A resonance within the very fabric of existence – a perpetual twilight where memory bloomed like phosphorescent fungi and sorrow tasted faintly of honey.
Legends whisper that Sennegrass was born from the grief of a forgotten god, Lyrian, who wept for a love lost to the void. His tears solidified into valleys filled with obsidian moss and rivers flowing with liquid starlight. The creatures that dwell within – the Sylvanshimmers, the Whisperwings, and the Stone Singers – are echoes of his longing, fragments of his shattered soul given form.
During this era, known as "The First Bloom," the Sylvanshimmers began to actively cultivate the luminous flora of Sennegrass. They believed that by nurturing these plants, they could draw closer to Lyrian’s essence and decipher the lost language of his tears.
A conflict erupted between the Sylvanshimmers and the Whisperwings, fueled by a disagreement over the interpretation of Lyrian's songs. The Stone Singers remained neutral, their voices resonating with an ancient wisdom that neither side could comprehend.
The land fell silent for a century, a period known as "The Silent Convergence." It is said that during this time, Lyrian finally found peace within Sennegrass, his sorrow transmuted into a quiet serenity. New pathways appeared between the realms.
Few mortals have ever truly glimpsed Sennegrass. Those who stumble upon its edges often experience a profound disorientation, a sense of being simultaneously present and absent. The guardians – the Stone Singers, animated by Lyrian's lingering spirit – rarely intervene directly, preferring to guide lost souls towards acceptance rather than confrontation.