"ETERNAL PEACE CAN BE FOUND IN THE BLURRY REALITY OF DEATH, THAT GROWS CONCEPTION, NEW BREATH, AND RESSURECTION. "
— HIH ANASTASIA III, EMPRESS OF ALL OF GOTHGRAFF AND LILIUM
Since the Formation of the Eternal Realm under Mysterious Circumstances, almost seemingly popping up out of thing air, its been living in Isolation. Through this forced Isolation it has formed its own unique Culture and Way of Life. A nation of unrestrained and unrestricted Aristocratic Might as its many powerful families have been United in Perpetuity, crushing the working class of the Eternal State with their Centralized Empire, with every decision flowing out of one single building. Through this Isolation it has also exploded with its own lavish Art, Experimental and Volatile Arcane Sciences and Dark Technology. Gothgraff and Lilium is known for its Dark and sophisticated culture based on Darkest Academia Aesthetics, Gothic Romantization, Victorian-Era Obsession, and Industrial Revolution Subtle Steampunk Tech.
The Eternal Realm is a bleak state, filled with Distrubing Arcane Magic, Instances, and unnatural creations that are locked within the borders of Gothgraff and Lilium. Black Forests that cause you lose your sense of Direction, Living Skeletons, Humongous Gothic Castles with Intricate designs with demeaning structure, Devil Worship, disturbing fauna where Flowers grow from the Hollowed Ribs of the Dead, a culture of Depression, Decay, Oppression, and Aristocracy. Ruled by the Most Glorious of Empresses, the Arcane and Mysterious, Anastasia Aalissa Jeanne Laureen Melle Amalfriede Ostrogoth III.
For long it has been locked within the walls of its Borders, only expanding as it colonized a part of Mainland Osea as a venture towards its goal of supremacy and rulership over surrounding lands, fueled by a aristocracy hungry for war, and the appetite to fit such. The Dark Eyes of the Eternal Realm look to all sides and see opportunities for Newfound Strength, with the dream that Gothgraff and Lilium will no longer be sub-par; as a ruler destined to rule.
In the Deepest of Realms upon the Wandering Waters of our Native Osea lays the Eternal Realm of Gothgraff and Lilium, a combination of ordinarily supernatural states united in Arcane Peace of Eternal Perpetuity. From the Black Leafed Forests of Vetericus where whispers flow into your ears, clouded by the Mists of Gundehar to the Obsidian Castles of Godigisclus, with Intricate Pillars that Pearce the sky and the Moon herself.
The Nation is such, the Nation is the amalgamation of all Ethereal Planes and Darknesses, Chaos and Peace, Uniformity and the disregarding of Norms. The Nation is a voice, of a land far away locked in time, formed from the voices of its populace, given the gift of Subjugation through my Aristocracy. I am behind all. For the puppetmaster who's hand commands the mouth of the Ventriloquist Dummy, is the one who wins the praise yet works in secrecy, a front for their spider web to reach far into Society.
I am Society, the one who shapes all. I am Faith. The one who molds the clay of the fabric of Gothgraff and Lilium and all its kind. Gothic Fashion where the Traditions of Black and Monotoneness is the Normal, Melodramic Plays of Folktale in my Dark State, The Galas and Balls held across the Eternal Realm are all in name of me.
The Wielder of all Arcane Magics, the Utalizer of all Elements and the Destroyer of Gaatha and Gauterit. My word is Law and the Law is of Sword, forged in the Furnace and shaped on the Anvil of the Battlefields of Cunimund; sharpened by the Rocks of Geloyra. Those who bleed upon the Sword are those disillusioned; broken by mirages of Lust and Envy. The Soldiers that keep the National Order are the Personifications of my Commandments.
The Nation is an Extension of me, and I am the Nation. The Empress of all Gothgraff and Lilium. The One, the All. From the Lunar-tipped Mountains of Theodananda to the Sludge-like Rivers of Sunigilda I reign over all. Every Factory, Alleyway, Castle, Slum, Street Vendor, all are me.