Ritual of Life, Hope, and Harmony

[Bluebird]

Chaos.

Discord.

That is what was felt throughout the grand tree of Hope, as connected as it was to an earlier ritual; as damaged as the lifestream felt within was.

A sickness not to be purged, but to be overcome.

So that Solais can remain as it is: a source of peace. A source of Hope. A source of Life.

And so, perhaps in a desperate endeavor to ensure that the tree is not left to crumple within, a call to all those Faithful -- whether it be the Pantheon or Alacritas herself -- is heard.

To donate what faith they can, to gather what they can, for a grand ritual within the Final Frontier and directed to Solais.

A final gift from Jokul to be used, as well as a creation of Eleos' at it's center:

The Etherealium of Harmony.

One of three that had been in existence; connected to the other bearers, connected to the tree.
A representative of core aspects.

Without Death, there can be no Life.
Without Discord, there can be no Harmony.

So that Solais can remain strong,
so that humanity does not falter.

Sometimes, Life requires sacrifice.
But will the necessary sacrifice be enough?
Or, will humanity find itself stuck within a new crossroads?
It is a cycle, after all.

GOAL:
Complete the ritual, through the use of the items and faith in question and the Keeper of Solais, in order to empower Solais.
No matter the cost to the Keeper herself.

DATE: FEBRUARY 18TH.
4 PM EST.

[Bluebird]

It is done.

Harmony has been brought into existence; a manifestation, and Solais stands stronger and brighter than it did whence Catildre had touched upon it with Chaos.
With the hopes and dreams of the faithful... It had all been channeled.

The Tree of Hope, visible for many more miles; truly a sign for those to hold tightly unto their hope.
To rekindle what might be lost, or in the process of losing.

And then, a final invocation upon Aschea's name,
a summoning of what remained of those scattered pieces of her being, aether, and essence, using her final breath as it's beacon.

She was long, long gone;
but the cycle continues, and with it is something new born and risen.

Balance and Harmony return--
An absence, filled.

Yet with this new rise is a time for rest.
To regain strength; new and old.