It is said that Fay gave life by her own hand. Upon the runes, she carved the tree where each woman came into life, each one the ruler of individual worlds, displayed like fruit on its branches.
In an attempt to find balance Fay inspired each of them to follow a pure path, one of great divinity and strength. To find their counterparts in this quest across planes of time, presented to them on altars and sigils, solar flares and stardust were spun into threads and woven into their roots. Guided by her hand they each found strength to prevail, strength of their own. A power of sorts to fulfil their given path.
Fay’s tree, a physical construct of her story, an order of existence. With no beginning or end, just living and breathing, as part of a whole.
Fay, Creator of the Stars