Nyxara: Goddess of Night and Time

Each night, when the veil between worlds thinned, Nyxara emerged from the dark mountains, cloaked in robes woven from shadow and starlight. Beneath the vast celestial dome, she stood sentinel at the edge of the black river—a goddess of endings and echoes.

In her hands, the glowing hourglass pulsed with ancient rhythm, its black sand falling grain by grain, marking the passage of forgotten time. Souls lost in the dark came to her, drawn by the shimmer in her constellation eyes, seeking closure, memory, or rebirth.

Her hair drifted like smoke, whispering omens to the wind. As the final grain fell, she would tip the hourglass, and the river would ripple—carrying dreams, regrets, and names into the void. She did not speak, but the stars sang her silence.

And when dawn threatened the horizon, Nyxara vanished, leaving only footprints of starlight and a hush that lingered like prophecy.