Rising out of the mists of the Divine Realm, a thousand pools in a thousand colors each reflect the gazer in a slightly different way.

Before the Seal, this was one of the places where gods would come to look down upon the mortal realm, and occasionally enter it.

Now, the pools show only reflections of the forlorn deities themselves.

The day is a momentous one: Many deities have come to witness what will hopefully be the dawning of a new era.  They wander among the pools, talking amongst themselves.

In the center of the murmuring crowd, three deities sit, waiting for those they have called.

"The ways are as open as they will be," intones the pale, tall figure of Pharasma.  "If this is to work, it will be today."

"It will work," chimes the steel voice of Brigh.  She does not look up at the others, but continues to focus her jeweled lenses on the work of her hands, where spell glyphs and chemicals mix, suspended in the air.

The third deity, Korada, sits calmly, meditating to himself, his three monkey-like tails wrapped him at the waist.

The crowd grows silent as the forgotten gods make their presence known.
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