IMAGE: https://i.ibb.co/sLBTCt1/Grasslands-Shrine.jpg On the open rise of the Embrathis grasslands, a shrine to the Loom stands in stark simplicity: a ring of weathered stone columns forming a hollow crown against the endless sky. The path leading to it is soft and earthen, worn by generations of footsteps, and the winds move freely through the pillars, carrying the scents of wild grass and the hum of distant fields. At its center rests a low altar of carved stone where offerings of thread and woven scraps are left to flutter in the open air, their colors bright against the muted stone. With no walls to contain it, the shrine feels boundless, a place where the prayers of farmers and wanderers rise unbroken into the heavens, carried away on the breath of the plains.