Old Yet New

The sun was setting as Alpheratz, Pyrrhos, and Lyra led me through the vast expanse of Hermes. The land was breathtaking—its beauty crafted by the hands of nature and refined by the people who lived here. The air carried a faint metallic tang, no doubt from the abundance of minerals and gems that dotted the landscape like stars in the night sky. Alpheratz walked ahead, his posture simply speaks of his regal charisma.

"This," Alpheratz began, his voice deep and smooth, "is Hermes, the land shaped by the stars and the elements. Every stone, every gem, has a purpose here."

Lyra, with her light step and playful tone, chimed in. "And not just any purpose! They hold power. You’ll see soon enough.”

Everything sparkled—literally. The roads were paved with stones that shimmered under the light, and the buildings were embedded with jewels that glinted like the night sky. It wasn’t just a kingdom; it was an art form crafted from the earth itself.