Stellorai is so named for the eternal night that blankets it's skies with darkness, and the infinite stars that illuminate the surface. It is a land yet unexplored-- yet unblemished-- by the scarring touch of man; a land where only the most pure among creatures can find the crystaline gate entrance. It is in this land that creatures thought to be mystical thrive. Unicorns, pegasi, mermaids, and pixies populate the trees, meadows, and waters of Stellorai; but not in such a way that are taught through children's whimsical fairytales. No, these creatures are far more majestic, and mighty, and pure. They are strong, and proud, and fierce. Such things are to be expected, however, for how are they to be the protectors of everything good left in the universe if they do not have a willpower stronger than those of any others?
From the outside, Stellorai is nothing more than the heart of a cursed and heavily wooded forest. From the inside, Stellorai is the manifestation of imagination sprouting from the magic of happy memories and laughter. It is a cornucopia of comfort for weak and troubled spirits. A place to hide from the onslaughts of the present, and rest from the stormings of life. This is the land of my thoughts, the land birthed from my dreams, kindled by the passions of my soul. This is Stellorai. This is beautiful.
