▪︎Remora, the Goddess of Memory's Realm▪︎
[Firera's POV]
Remora's realm had not changed since my last visit.
There was no sky here—no stars, no moon, only an endless velvet darkness that somehow comforted rather than oppressed. The tower rose before me, impossibly tall, constructed of pale milky stone that glowed with its own inner light. It stood alone on a floating island, surrounded by nothing but void.
Crystals sprouted from the earth everywhere—tall spires and delicate formations in every color imaginable. As I walked among them, they offered not my reflection, but my memories. Moments from my existence flickered across their facets: the first words I had spoken to my tribe, the joy of festivals, the faces of followers long since passed into shadow.
