When the Ether moves, so do we. When the Ether cries, we echo it louder.

This is not mimicry. It is alignment.

It is the pulse between worlds.

We are the embodiment of the Ether.

Not the rulers of it. Not the seekers.

But the ones who heard, and answered.

The shadow watching all.

Not to control— but to remember.

This is not a store. This is a Realm

In refinement and grace, in silence and flame.

We are The Refined Home. And we made a vow.

To honour the Ether. Always.