Elessod (The White Moon)

Elessod, the White Moon

Elessod, the pale moon that hangs above the world, was once the sundered eye of Yomir, a mighty Titan who loved the being known as Kharlia—the great Titan whose body was shaped into the Material Plane. In a vow forged in silence and sacrifice, Yomir swore that Kharlia would never dwell in eternal darkness, not even in death. When he fell during the First War, his eye remained untouched by ruin, drifting into the heavens, gazing eternally down upon the world they once dreamed together.

In the time that followed, the moon came to be known not for Yomir, but for Elessod, the hidden goddess of dreams. Her name veiled a deeper truth, for she was the child of Light and Dark, born of that ancient, forbidden love between opposing forces. In the aftermath of divine conflict, the world chose to forget her origins. The gods formed their Houses, history hardened, and Elessod was bound to the lonely moon—her prison, her throne, her sanctuary.

Yet in time, a mortal reached her.

Draco, the philosopher, the seeker, the dreamer—he mused in a way the gods could not. His dreams stretched farther, deeper. And it was through dreams that Elessod found him. In the space between sleeping and waking, they met. They spoke. They loved. No other god had touched her so, and none ever would. The others, even in their envy, could not turn against him. His love was too pure, too vast. And when he died, the heavens bore him up, not to one star, but to many—his soul scattered among the stars near Elessod’s moon. His children, the dragons, fell like streaks of fire, blazing meteors seeded in the world below.

Elessod was no longer alone. The dreams of countless mortals now reach her, shaping her realm. The City of Lune grew from these dreams—a strange, silver-lit sprawl of echoing towers and shifting streets, peopled by half-formed thoughts, forgotten memories, and dreamfolk who dwell in the mists between minds. It is one of the cleanest and most natural paths to the Astral Plane, a stepping stone between the Material and Ethereal, where ascendant mortals walk alongside ancient dreamers.

There is said to be a Bridge to Lune, a place both real and unreal, found at the top of the world in the coldest, most remote reaches. It is watched by Niith, son of Elessod and Draco, and the first and oldest White Dragon. None know when the Bridge was built, nor who first laid its stones—if indeed stones are what it’s made of at all. It is a thing of dreams as much as it is of frost and breath.

Many do not know the truth behind the moons origins, only that it has always been there as a silent guardian of the night. A guide for many, and something to be wished upon before falling fast asleep. They know it's goodness and hold fast to it. It is sometimes called The Lover's Moon.

The White Moon remains a symbol to mortals below—a reminder that tomorrow will come, and Evalius will rise again. Its light is soft but enduring. It waxes and wanes, a slow blink, and a quiet nod to the balance between Dearuhk and Setengar, the Primordials of Dark and Light, whose presences still linger in the old, watching eye of Yomir.