🌙 The Moonroot Tree

The Moonroot Tree exists everywhere and nowhere. Its roots wind through every realm, its branches stretching into dream and night alike. It is the keeper of cycles — birth and death, light and dark, memory and forgetting.

Those who walk its paths learn to live between moments.

Moonroot initiates are not chosen lightly. Advancement is marked by understanding ambiguity — not conquering it.

• Dreamers glimpse truths through visions and intuition.
• Shadowblooms learn to walk unseen between realms and meanings.
• Guardians of the Moonroot stand watch over the cycle itself.

Moonroot magic, called Veilweaving, bends perception, fate, and dreams. It allows members to cross realms in sleep, whisper warnings, or obscure truths until the time is right.

It is powerful — but dangerous. Misused, Veilweaving can unravel identity itself.

The Starfox is Moonroot’s spirit — playful, elusive, and ancient. It appears to guide the lost, test the overconfident, or guard secrets that should not yet be uncovered.

Some say the Starfox is not a single being — but many, all echoes of the same guardian across time.

Hidden within the Moonroot Tree rests the Eclipsed Seed, containing the power of endings and beginnings. It can seal realms into eternal rest — or trigger rebirth on a cosmic scale.

Only the Guardians know its true nature. And even they debate whether it should ever be used.

Moonroot believes that not all truths are meant to be known at once. Mystery is not ignorance — it is protection.

They do not rule the cycle.
They guard it.

✨ Status: Completed Rite

Beneath violet skies, 🌙 The Moonroot Tree braided dreamvine through each relic and planted them at the Convergence. Scribes described the vines as half-root and half-whisper, winding themselves lovingly around every carved sigil as though learning the names they touched. When the offerings were set into the soil, luminous spores rose like stars shaken from a celestial branch, drifting upward in soft spirals until the sky shimmered with shifting maps of futures no one had walked yet.

Many watched in reverent silence as the constellations twisted into unfamiliar patterns, forming and reforming destinies like gentle suggestions rather than commands. Priests wrote carefully, knowing that even dreams require accuracy — because one day, the realms might need to look back and see where the dreams first began.