In Aeturnum, every soul dies before it is born. Life is not a beginning, but a return. People are born carrying the weight of a previous death — a complete, forgotten life that occurred in the metaphysical "First Realm."
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Vlmedor is feared and respected for its ties to raw, unresolved memory. It’s a land of wandering spirits and forgotten truths. Eidomancers come here to commune with the lost — and sometimes lose themselves in return. Vlmedor is less a place and more a presence. Its mist-thick bogs stretch endlessly, swallowing all sense of direction, sound, and time. The trees here weep memory-sap, and the water churns with the emotional runoff of generations. Its soil refuses to bury the dead; instead, it preserves — bodies, echoes, griefs — in peat or mirrored pools, slowly feeding them back to the land. The Mire-Echoes, a nomadic order of sorrow-harvesters, shamans, and dream-ritualists, call Vlmedor home. They commune with the swamp as though it were a broken god, believing it to be the resting place of lost memories too painful for the Cycle to process.
Oozing blackwater channels wind through moss-choked trees, their limbs heavy with glowing fungi and whispering lichen. Ghost lights flicker along the ground, and the air carries the scent of peat, rot, and deep sadness. Entire ruins sink slowly under mud and time.