"Where stars sing, in a cycle of being born and dying."
That's the saying carved into the gate of the Domain of Kaelor — the God of the Weeping Stars.
A truly peculiar people live here. Like every other domain, they carry an imprint of their god — a divine scar that marks their difference from the rest of humanity. Theirs is in the eyes.
Where normal eyes should have pupils, theirs gleam like radiant starbursts — tiny galaxies swirling endlessly in reflection of the sky above. Some call them blessed, others cursed, for it is said that when one of their stars fades, another soul dies somewhere within the domain.
The land itself is a contradiction.
The skies are lit with eternal twilight — hues of deep violet and black threaded with streaks of silver. Stars shimmer like dew, yet none of them ever truly shine bright enough to bring warmth. Shooting stars fall every night, burning trails of light that vanish into the sea of clouds below.
It is said that the sound of those falling stars is the song of Kaelor himself — crying, mourning the endless cycle of birth and death. To live here is to live beneath a sky that weeps without tears.
Their cities float on fragments of fallen comets, tethered together by light-bridges that hum with quiet energy. The people speak softly, as though afraid their voices might disturb the stars. They wear robes woven from silver threads soaked in starlight, and when they pray, they lift their hands upward — not in hope, but surrender.
The temple of Kaelor is a sight both beautiful and horrifying.
It is not built upon land, nor upon stone, but suspended in the heavens — a burning purple star that never dies, forever pulsating like a living heart. Those who look too long claim to hear whispers in their mind, voices of countless souls who offered themselves to feed its glow.
Their rituals remain shrouded in secrecy. Outsiders only know that once every cycle, a procession climbs the sky-path to the star-temple. None return. The priests claim it is a great honor — to become one with the light. But if that were true, why then does the star flicker red before each ritual? Why does the sky rain ashes the next dawn?
Even I cannot say.
Perhaps they are indeed the most normal of all domains — or perhaps they are simply the best at hiding their madness. For as their god is called The Weeping Star, so too must they weep.
Whether from devotion, despair, or damnation, only Kaelor knows.