The Song Sanctuaries are a verdant, harmonising land where every leaf, beast, and breath of wind hums with melody. Here the rivers carry choruses downstream, the grasses trill at the touch of a footstep, and the old tribes still sing their histories into the soil so that the earth itself might remember. It is said that no tale was ever written down in the Sanctuaries — only sung, passed mouth to mouth like a candle from hand to hand. When the Void draws near, the songs falter into hush, and entire groves go silent forever. The StoryWeaver who walks these lands must listen carefully: every fading note is a story slipping away.