Whisperia, the planet of witches✨️ part 1.
-The Planet of Witches . Its population is entirely made up of witches and warlocks. A whisperian witch doesn't choose to be one, she is BORN a witch and her magic core is powered by The Phoenix, not the Great Dragon.
- It is the only planet of the Magic Dimension that wasn’t created by the Great Dragon, but The Phoenix. A desert planet, a barren satellite located between Domino and Solaria, until the first witches chose it as their home planet under the Phoenix's guide. Dark energy is at its max in Whisperia, you breath the true essence of The Phoenix, the Mother of Witches and Creator of Stars.
-Its land is heartshaped, surrounded by the sea. A total wasteland on the inside, it's almost entirely covered by the desert, with mountains and some forests in the north-eastern part. Near the coast, nature takes its rightful place with shrublands, few swamps and stunning cliffs, dune beaches and bays. It is beautiful.
-Except for two chilling months in the winter, the rest of the year is very hot. Thunderstorms can happen, usually on the days when the wind blows from the sea. They're real quick but intense, rain pours and lightnings fall from the sky. After they pass it is always hotter than before. Whisperia West is usually hotter than Whisperia East and dry as fuck, while the East is more humid and prone to storms.
-All the people live in the southern part, the apex of the heart, divided by a small strip of land and the cliffs of Siren's Bay in two sides: East and West Whisperia. Both are costal cities with different neighborhoods and their own characteristics. East Whisperia looks at the sunrise, West Whisperia faces the dying sun. East Whisperia: Moon's Eye, Witch's Hill, the super posh✨️Strix's Hyde✨️, Kingsport and The Docks.
West Whisperia: Lyssos, The Swamps and the pearl and true wonder of Whisperia... The Old City✨️
-They hate monarchy with their guts. Whisperia is a Parliamentary Republic, elections are held every 5 years, there's tons of different parties, which makes for a lively and bustling political climate, but sometimes closer to a fucking soap opera. The magic institutions are kept totally separeted from politics and hold no power in everyday life, legislation, executive, judicial power, they have a say in exclusively on magic related stuff and play a key role in war. One of the most important magic institutions is the Night Circle, a group of all the most notable witches and warlocks in Whisperia. Everybody worthy enough wants to be part of the Night Circle. It is a status.
-Rich planet. With little to none natural resources (they import tons of stuff, food. Even water), their economy is in big part based on trade. And they are the fucking best in the Dimension. With a great navy, few regulations, low taxes and a strict "No questions" policy, Whisperia is a trading power. Land of merchants, they manage some of the most important trade routes in the Magic Dimension especially when it comes to magic artefacts, potions, spell books, art, precious gems, luxury items, high-end wines, champagne and... informations, favours. Whisperia also controls half black market of the entire magic world. Everything illegal in other planets to sell they made it legal in their planet, so if you want to sell something you must go through them first. Best traders ever. And of course with money comes finance, banks. The stock market is always booming, the money is flowing in. It is always time for a deal.✨️
-The Ibiza of the Magic Dimension. Do you want an unforgettable night? Come to Whisperia, they have for all tastes✨️! Whisperians are always up for a good party, especially if it brings tourists (money), from all around the magic world. A party is never just a party for Whisperians, it's an expression of their culture, a way to sathe your never ending wishing and to make connections. Business deals, new political ideas, war strategies, magic innovations, betrayals, love... it can all happen during a single party.
Mind you, partying in Whisperia is expensive and can get intense. They love gossip. A LOT. Beware yourself, they also trade in secrets✨️
-All the major witchcraft institutions are in Whisperia. Welcome to the motherland of witchcraft✨️, all the most prestigious universities, academies and covens are in Whisperia, witches, warlocks, researchers, philosophers from all around the universe flock here to perfect their craft and study the dark arts. Witchcraft here is intertwined in every aspect of life, it feels like a religion. Every big decision regarding witchcraft and its practice is made in Whisperia, they set the rules and dogmas and have their own special way to practice magic. Whisperian witchcraft knows way less boundaries than what they refere to as 'common practice', the kind of witchcraft practiced all around the Magic Dimension. Whisperian witchcraft is raw, pure. there’s no limit to the desire of knowledge✨️
Through the histories Whisperia has been called in many ways, but nothing sticks as "The land of Desire". You can be anything you want to be in Whisperia. A king? A queen? A fool or a sage? A poet or a scientist? Power? Glory? Knowledge? Follow what your heart desires, get in tune with your deepest emotions and set yourself free. Beware to never lose yourself in greed or madness will be your ruin. Freedom is the ultimate whisperian value, never try to take it away from them. This is no place for idles, this is a place for dreamers and high achievers. The sky is the only limit to your full potential.
Hundreds of tales have been told about the whisperian starry sky and its secrets for ages. Whisperian nights are long, hot, the moon on the horizon in the land where the golden desert meets the blue sea. Let the sea breeze leave her salty touch on your skin, let the wind blowing from the dunes knot your hair with its nimble fingers. Can't you hear the whispers call to you from under the pines? Can you decipher the countless faces of the old twisted olives?
Follow the scent of orange and lemon trees and lose yourself through the maze of the Old City's white marble alleys. Look at the sharp spires standing out against the sky, the time is slipping through your fingers, yet you are in trance, your heart resounds with the melody of fast steps on cobblestones. You wake up: you are in one of the many terraces overlooking the sea. White marble statues peer out from the iron railings, swallowed up by rampant ivy. Like sentinels, they watch over the city down below sparkling with liquid gold. Pines, oleanders, prickly pears, lavender, all cling to the barren cliff as it recedes from the crashing waves.
Underneath your feet, shining mosaic tiles depict the image of a rising phoenix: they're still hot from the day's heat.
The sun is now setting, it paints the buildings in brushes of fiery cooper, it will soon turn lilac, the night is coming with her purple cape and the eternal stars will take their rightful place. The City will soon glisten in silver.
Let the Phoenix' gift enchant you.
You just have to make a wish.✨️