The path is open,
The Veil is torn;
The magic dwindles,
The faelight is born.

The city stands at a crossroads.

For generations, humans and fae have lived side by side – close enough to share streets and skylines, yet never fully at ease. Fae magic hums beneath daily life: woven into steam engines, distilled into potions, and set into ancient wards that guard the city’s walls. Lanterns glow but a little brighter, and ivy curls where iron might otherwise stand bare.

This coexistence has shaped the city into what it is today:  industrious, prosperous, and quietly dependent on forces that not all fully understand.