UTOPIA

In the drifting, golden skies of a distant realm lies Utopia — a place not built of stone or laws, but of dreams, memory, and quiet longing. At its center stands a mysterious guardian, a young woman touched by the whisper of the stars. Once human, she followed a faint celestial call when the heavens began to dim, drawn by a promise of something greater.

The cosmos answered by crowning her with radiant spires, each one forged from the light of forgotten constellations. Now she watches over Utopia, holding the fragile harmony between hope and illusion. Her gaze reflects stories unspoken, and her silence carries the weight of countless wishes.

Travelers claim that when dusk paints the clouds in soft rose and gold, her voice can be heard drifting across the sky:
“Utopia is not a place — it is the light you choose to protect.”