- Lâ Plagé

Light God;; none.
Goddess;; none.
Kin;; none.
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Not much is heard, all besides the soft crashing and rolling of the waves, the seagulls above cawing, and the soft hum of the breeze. The grains of fine sand are damp and cool, and the farther from the golden shore you travel, the lusher the lawn is. Palm trees border in the edge between shore and lawn, providing chill shade. Although evil knows of this, it does not come near it. It never has before. This is where the God of Lights resides with his herd. Flaws do not exist here.. and if they come to be commit, they are forgiven. If you stand on the rocks' edges, you can feel the sea mist spray your face. It is all beauty and devine here.