Titles: The Primordial Womb of Life
Domains: Life
Symbol: A blooming flower within a radiant womb-circle
Alignment: NG
Power Rating: Overdeity
Realms: Heartspun Cradle
Celethyra, the Primordial Womb of Life, is the cosmic mother from whom all mortal and immortal life emerged. She is not merely a deity of fertility or healing, but life itself—incarnate, eternal, and ever-blooming. From her breath came the first forests, from her pulse the oceans, and from her dreaming mind the spark of sentience that ignited across the planes.
She dwells in the Heartspun Cradle, a realm of lush endless meadows, bioluminescent rivers, and sky-hung blossoms that respond to thought. There, new souls bloom like flowers on trees older than time, ready to be born into the world. Mortals say that to dream within this place is to glimpse one's future lineage or remember lives never lived.
Celethyra rarely interacts with mortals, not from disdain but from a divine remove—her focus lies with the birth and continuity of existence itself. Yet when she does intervene, it is always at pivotal moments: a child born amidst a battlefield with an aura of peace; a barren land erupting into life after centuries of rot. Her will is nurturing but absolute, and her silence speaks with the weight of aeons.
Despite her impartiality, Celethyra once acted in defense of existence. Alongside Torunomax and Arcanoxis, she was instrumental in the creation of the Cage of Eternities, the divine prison that sealed away Malferion, the embodiment of unmaking. Her contribution—a lattice of undying vitality that continues to regenerate itself—ensures the prison cannot rot, rust, or decay.
Celethyra is revered by midwives, herbalists, nature-speakers, and those who serve the sacred cycle of birth, growth, and renewal. Temples to her are grown rather than built—great tree-shrines and breathing grottos carved into living earth. Rituals often involve returning something to the soil: blood, seed, memory, or song.
Her miracles are gentle and profound: healing without scars, resurrection without trauma, or entire ecosystems springing back from desolation. It is said that if one dies with her name on their lips, their soul is wrapped in blossoms before passing into the next life.