The stars began to fracture and bloom above the endless dusk when the Stage awoke. Madness, it seemed, never shattered — it only changed its shape. The boards beneath the Shattered Stage trembled with color and motion, light spilling like laughter through cracks in the mirrored floor. Every reflection whispered a truth — creation was never born whole, only found in fragments.

The realm of Lyssa — The Shattered Stage, Eternal of Madness and Inspiration — was a theatre of divine contradiction: chaos woven into beauty, discord spun into song. Here, truth danced with illusion, and meaning was never spoken but performed. Her dominion was not command but revelation — she was the breath before genius, the tremor before the masterpiece.

Once a muse of order’s court, Lyssa had shattered her own name to find freedom in the echo. She became the Eternal of sudden grace — the spark that turns despair into art, silence into symphony. Her rune was Gthum — Wisdom, Frenzy — and through her, inspiration was born from the beautiful break. Where Kaelith’s storm remade the world, Lyssa’s chaos gave it purpose.

Around her, the air shimmered with living color: laughter painted across the mirrors, light splintering into ribbons that danced like thoughts. Every sound, every motion was art in defiance of stillness. And tonight, the Stage itself leaned closer, awaiting the next act — a story yet unspoken.

Lyssa stepped into the light, her mismatched eyes reflecting endless possibilities, her voice carrying the rhythm of revelation.

“Welcome to the Shattered Stage,” she said, and the mirrors breathed in unison. “Here, even chaos has choreography — and every broken truth learns how to sing.”