THE LORE

The world was once dull and gray, drained by noise and cruelty. From that silence rose a single flare, Citrine. Not born to rule, but impossible to ignore. Wherever they stepped, color followed.

Citrine did not build walls to keep others out. They planted seeds. Those who stayed, who nurtured the light instead of consuming it, became the garden, a living sanctuary of warmth and chaos.

Leadership was not claimed, but recognized. The Queen stands at the center, surrounded by the Court. voices of reason, loyalty, and fire. Power here is service, not dominance.

Knights defend the garden from harm, enforcing boundaries with care. Mages create weaving art, stories, code, and ideas into magic. Both are vital. One protects the light, the other makes it grow.

The critters are the heartbeat of the clan. They laugh, they learn, they linger. Not all are destined for crowns, but every one of them matters.

To join the clan is not to kneel, but to glow responsibly. Be loud without cruelty. Be confident without harm. Protect the garden, and it will protect you.