What if there was a Realm of All γ Realms? What if there was still a memory of π― Heaven , still a poetry of nature? What if the sky still had secrets to tell, of the name of the wind, whispers of the breeze, all the powers of the π Air? What if the land still cried out, and the π Earth had its lore again, and still resounded from the ramparts, the song of the city? What if the heralds at the gates still had π Fire within them, knights and emissaries to mythic castles, far over the π Water, and legendary temples and mystical experiences and archangels and destinies and gods among us? A Realm to Create. A Realm to Defend. A Realm to Conquer. Long Live The Realm!