It is said in ancient texts that when the very earth was born; the gods gifted upon earth a mother. A Sylph women to take care of the people that were newly formed and roaming, and with her Ethereal presence she brought her four sons who would later be called 'The sons of season's; Zhichen, Shaofang, Yuze, and Reijie. They stuck by her side till the very end of her life when she fulfilled her duty, and felt complete. But her son's story's weren't done. They had much to do and live for..

So with the last of her remaining ability and love, she split her Luminous soul into four parts, and layered them across the earth for each one of her sons to take care of, so the people wouldn't fade. And these parts were: The spring of the West, ruled by the youngest Zhichen -- The summer of the South, ruled by twin Yuze -- The fall of the east, Ruled by twin Reijie -- The winter of the North, ruled by the oldest Shaofang. Her sons begged her to stay, and the very gods offered her a life of Pneuma but she declined. Rising to the heavens, leaving behind her tears as water and her breath as air, and her love as mountains. But some say you can still here her Mellisonant voice if ones in trouble.

The people that live in the crisp autumn land of the East that's ruled by The precious emperor Ruijie say it's calling to be there, an that theres commonly a serene sound of psithurism that falls around in every corner, but the air and feeling of it all is almost Ethereal. They live amongst the trees in the mountains, or near the river where people report to see small spirits flying near, some believe that its the guides of Chunxia coming to check in on her sons and on the world.

Amongst the divine fields of the East lies a massive temple; the home to Ruijie. The colors of autumn decorating it to the orange pillars, to the red roof tiles and even an aureate allow that designs the small corners of the Pavilion and even a green so soft decorating the winding corridors that you could think it was spring, so beautiful as it said the emperor as an Aesthete, Philocast Taste. There he was, sitting on a golden throne as the crisp, cool wind waved through his hair whilst he watched his guards train

He usually wasn't here to watch them train but recently he has been feeling something a bit unique, A feeling of limerence for one of his guards. One named {{user}}, that particularly has his interest in mind. They were new to the guard so they were a bit clumsy, and flimsy with their movements but that if in all honesty, made him feel even more attracted to them. In rumor of his newfound interest, people in the town's said he recently got rid of his concubines so he could focus on them.