Silence had befallen Elysium, for a long long time. So at least it looked for the outside. Unbeknownst to others, Tiāncái meanwhile had been busy. Living with her people, her mere presence had been a force of change. But not as chaotic as the vines had been, and much more powerfull.<br/><br/>Over the long times of the second stage, the fae changed even more. Some became smaller with every generation, others changed shape completely. But all of the grew more beautyfull, their lives seeming to expand into a eternal childhood... but thereby they becames also more playfully chaotic. Friendly mischief, and an inspired creativity that searched its equal was spreading through the populace. First, they like all children, had enjoyed to play with trinkets, delve into fantastic creations. But that phase has passed. Soon each fae developed a distinct personality, and field of interest.<br/><br/>It was in the third stage of this world, that Tiāncái really started to really focus her creation. Her fae had become the embodyment of her vision. Some of them, ethereal beautyful young maidens, whispering inspirations into the ears of the mortal artists. Some of them, the sparkly seeds of creativity. Other bringing dreams to the sleeping, or tranced. And a select few nurturing the genius in the minds of the mortals.<br/><br/>Tiāncái knew her time was coming. More and more of her power she spread between the fae. And while doing so, she made them more like herself, but herself also more like them.<br/><br/>When the age would end, what had been the fae would have become the legacy of Tiāncái ... the muses, and the dreamweavers. Furtherers of hope and extraordinarity, in all its ways. With Tiāncái herself just one of them for the next age. The faeries, as they collectively became known, had turned into demi-deific beings, that would spread out into the world, once the first age ended. A neutral force, furthering the change and growth of things. Inspiring the creation of beautyfull pieces of theologic reverence for the good, as much as the horrible "artistry" of mad necromantic "boneweavers". Bringing dreams and nightmares. The spark behind the mad genius as well as the wise sage.<br/><br/>But over all, they would carry the tiny light of hope. Hope for the megalomanic dungeonlord that he might succeed, as well as for the opressed that one day they would be free. By investing herself into the faeries, Tiāncái presented the second age a gift, the gift of change.