

SpiritGuardian of the Castle
The EmpressCastle Realm
A powerful warrior queen and protector of an ancient realm hidden amongst the trees.


The guardian
The Empress
The Empress does not hold court, she holds a line. The Castle was standing in these trees long before a festival found it, and she is the reason there is still something here to walk into.
Crown, corset, staff. She is the only one of the four who looks straight back at you, and it is no accident that hers is the realm where several thousand strangers end up singing the same words at the same time.

The Castle Realm · The Spirit
The Empress
The Empress was not born to the forest. She arrived already crowned, already certain, and the trees are said to have bent the path toward her without being asked. Where she stands, a castle rises, stone by stone, whether anyone was building it or not.
She rules on one principle: alone, a crowd is just people. Together, for one night, they are something closer to a kingdom. The Castle exists to prove it, thousands of strangers standing shoulder to shoulder until the difference between them stops mattering.
Her towers would still be rubble were it not for the Machinist. Every gear turning beneath her floor, every mechanism holding her walls upright, forged in the Factory's fire and given to her without a word of thanks expected. She has never needed to ask twice.
Ten years she has held her ground. This year, the Empress intends to remind the forest exactly whose kingdom this always was.
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The other three realms
Factory RealmBody · The MachinistCog, girder and rivet. The main stage, and the loudest room in the woods.
Pyramid RealmMind · The OracleA painted pyramid with a face across it, watching the clearing.
Secret GardenHeart · The BloomkeeperParasols, benches and festoon strung between the trunks. The quiet realm.
