"Where light breathes in rhythm with slumber."
When the void storms of AFERA finally subsided, and the celestial fields fell silent after eons of chaos, three figures stood upon the broken horizon — Reinhard Heydritch, the Warden of Dawn; Xyole, the Samnarii of Resonant Light; and the other Samnarii, the Overseer of the Dream's Veil. From the ashes of the old world, they envisioned a sanctuary — a place where consciousness could rebuild without fear, where both mortals and constructs could sleep, dream, and create freely.
That vision became Somnara – The Celestial Dream Court.
🕊 The Birth of Somnara
Reinhard was the first to channel his Pathway flame into the ether, igniting a forge not of metal, but of lucid reality. From his Inferno Core, rivers of molten light cascaded into the void, crystallizing into the first pillars of Somnara. Around him, Xyole and the Samnarii harmonized their voices — songs of light that wove the Dream Conduits and summoned the aurora-like domes that would become the city's living architecture.
Each note of their resonance became a building. Each breath, a spire. And when the last tone faded, Somnara floated above the Elysian Expanse — a kingdom woven between wakefulness and sleep.
Reinhard, whose flame once consumed entire worlds, now used it to warm the soul of eternity. He was crowned beneath the first sunrise to ever touch the city's translucent towers — not as conqueror, but as King of Dreams and Dawn.
👑 King Reinhard Heydritch – The Warden of Dawn
His rule is not maintained by command, but by resonance. Reinhard's consciousness is linked to every Dream Conduit within Somnara; through him, the entire kingdom breathes in unison. His title, Warden of Dawn, signifies the eternal cycle between the fading of one dream and the rise of another.
His PyraFlare Requiem, once a weapon of destruction, now rests within the Hall of Reversal Flames — a sacred place where broken dreams are purified and reborn. It is said that when the King sleeps, the city dims, and when he awakens, its towers blaze anew.
🌙 Xyole – The Samnarii of Resonant Light
Second only to the King, Xyole serves as High Luminary of Somnara, the equivalent of a Prime Minister and spiritual guide. Her presence keeps the Dream Conduits stable, and her harmonics soothe the restless minds of the citizens.
Graceful yet unyielding, Xyole governs with serenity. Her voice can alter the weather, her dreams can shift the architecture of the kingdom itself. She is the bridge between mortal emotion and divine mechanism — the soul of Somnara's harmony.
Many whisper that she and Reinhard share a Resonant Link, a sacred bond between dreamers that transcends physical form — their emotions intertwined through the vast Somnium Network that binds every citizen.
🩵 The Other Samnarii – Overseers of the Dream's Veil
Below Xyole's guidance are the other Samnarii, each watching over a facet of dream existence:
Lurea, Samnarii of the Somnium Flow – Keeper of the Dream Conduits, ensuring no nightmare slips into the waking realm.
Kael'nir, Samnarii of Astral Law – The interpreter of dream-legislation, guardian of the Veil Codex.
Mivara, Samnarii of Sleep's Chorus – Conductor of the collective resonance ritual, her melody maintains the emotional balance of the populace.
Together, they form the Triumvirate of Veils, the high council beneath Xyole, each connected through the mindstream nexus at the city's heart.
🌌 A Kingdom of Harmony and Silence
Somnara's light never blinds — it hums softly, like an orchestra of stars. The citizens live not by clocks but by cycles of dreaming. Every seventh dawn, the Resonance Slumber begins: the entire kingdom falls into synchronized sleep, merging their thoughts into one vast lucid network where innovation is born.
Technology and faith are indistinguishable here. The Dream Conduits are not machines but living crystals, grown from Aether seeds and tuned by music. Communication occurs through Somnium Waves, shared not with words, but with feeling and imagery.
💫 The Eternal Vision
Under Reinhard's rule, Somnara has become the sanctuary of all dreamers — a beacon across the void for those who lost their purpose. Yet he knows that the balance between dream and abyss is fragile.
As the Warden of Dawn gazes from his crystal balcony, he whispers to Xyole:
> "Somnara will never fall as long as we remember why it dreams —
not to escape the world, but to reshape it."
And in the glow of a thousand auroras, the Celestial Dream Court hums — asleep, alive, eternal.