There is a place the stars do not speak of.
A place stitched between myth and memory,
where stories echo like forgotten vows
and love is not gentle, it is sacred.

The Sanctuary was not made to be found.
It waits for those who already belong.

Here, within its star-carved halls,
tales rise from longing, not logic.
Fates collide like constellations,
and every story is a doorway,
a ruin worth remembering.

If you've ever ached for something
you could not name but always felt,
you are home.

Welcome to the Sanctuary.
Welcome to the home of Elizabeth Grey.