Solmara looks like joy. Volcanic islands turned to gardens, golden temples, and festivals so frequent and so sacred that the calendar is more celebration than work. Travelers call it the happiest nation on the sea. The Solar Conclave smiles and agrees.
The Conclave is lying about something.
The festivals never miss a date. Ever. Not in war, not in famine, not in mourning. The dancing is mandatory in a way that has nothing to do with joy, the rituals around the Golden Temple are precise in a way that has nothing to do with faith — and the one time in living memory that 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.
The Codex
A single faith defines the spiritual life of Solmara — its doctrines, its hierarchies, and the weight it carries on those outside it.
Neighbouring Lands
Connections of Solmara
The World Does Not End Here
Solmara is one thread in a larger story — the rest of the world waits beyond its borders.