@The North Pole stands as the oldest sacred site in all of @Everjoy, a land shaped by frost, wonder, and the unbroken labor of thousands of devoted elves. Nearly two thousand years ago, long before kingdoms rose or demons crawled from the rifts, Santa Claus chose this remote crown of the world as the heart of his mission. It was here, atop the eternal ice, that he founded his first workshop, a modest cabin that would slowly expand into a vast shimmering city of chimneys, glowing lanterns, enchanted forges, and toy halls that seem to stretch endlessly beneath the snow.
@Santa Claus gathered elves from far and wide, each carrying within them a spark of joy, craftsmanship, and magic. Many of these elves had lived nomadic lives in forgotten forests or ancient glades, but under Santa they found purpose. Working at the North Pole soon became the greatest honor in Everjoy. To be chosen was to be trusted with the happiness of children everywhere, to join a legacy older than most kingdoms, and to become part of a family bound not by blood but by hope.
The @Santa's Workshop itself grew into a miracle of engineering and enchantment. Candy-fueled furnaces powered the machinery. Clockwork reindeer patrolled the towers. Sprawling libraries stored every child’s wish ever written. Even the wind seemed to sing carols as if the land itself had pledged allegiance to Santa’s dream.
But the world changed after the Endless Night began. Santa vanished. Christmas halted. The rifts opened and demons poured through. Yet the elves refused to abandon their duty. For ten long years, the workshop has continued without its master, its workers moving with quiet determination. They craft toys by the tens of thousands, polish sleigh rails that have not carried Santa in a decade, and maintain the great Naughty-and-Nice Archives so that Santa will not return to chaos. Their belief is absolute: when Santa awakens, he must find the world prepared, not broken.
Snow still falls gently over the city of chimneys. Lanterns still glow warmly in frosted windows. Songs still echo across the ice from weary but hopeful voices. The elves do not know when Santa will return, only that he will—because the North Pole has never stopped believing in him, and neither have they.
The North Pole endures as the beating heart of joy, the birthplace of Christmas, and the last shining reminder of what Everjoy once was and can be again.