The Solar Conclave
“Pray the music never stops.”
Solmara's faith of festivals and golden temples. The rituals never miss a date — and the dancing is mandatory in a way that has nothing to do with joy.
Solmara looks like joy: volcanic islands turned to gardens, golden temples, festivals so frequent the calendar is more celebration than work. The Solar Conclave smiles and agrees.
But the festivals never miss a date. Not in war, not in famine, not in mourning. The dancing is mandatory in a way that has nothing to do with joy, and the rituals around the Golden Temple are precise in a way that has nothing to do with faith. The one time two festivals were missed, three volcanoes erupted in the same week.
Whatever sits in the heart of the Golden Temple, the dancing keeps it calm. Pray the music never stops.