The Endless Gyre
Aspect of Thalassar, Firstbound of Tide and Change
An infinite ocean churns beneath a stormless sky. Waves rise and collapse without rhythm. Islands form, erode, and vanish within hours. Depth is infinite; direction meaningless.
Creatures here are in constant transformation—growing gills, shedding limbs, adapting instantly. The sea remembers nothing and forgives nothing.
Those who fight the current drown. Those who move with it survive—briefly.