From publisher blurb:
Daejora at a Glance
Daejora is a world that asks the question: what if art and music were allowed to truly and fully encapsulate what it means to live. We right now - especially in the United States - are living through an age where the arts are under assault from conservative alt-right nut jobs who think that drag queens are more dangerous than common people being able to buy military-grade weapons for a dime and a song. Books are being banned, subjects banned, budgets cut for theater and music programs. As someone who was a theater kid in high school, this is harder and harder to see, as I remember how much of a safe space my theater people were.
So, Daejora? How does Daejora tie into all of this? Well, like I said, Daejora allows us to create a city and world where ART is the truth. ART is the core of everything done in Daejora, where the gods literally dance in tandem with law and governance, and when they pass on, they still watch the dance from the Galamon.
This book does not offer careers or lineages, as I also want to show that you do not need special training to be an artist or someone who loves expression - you can just be who you are, and let that fill you and be part of your everyday life.
The City on the Hill
The city of Daejora has existed for thousands of years, sitting at the end of the universe, to which artists and creators and dreamers have been drawn for age immemoriam. Spanning the whole of the Cliff, a massive piece of rock surrounded by mists. More and more people flocked to Daejora, and they built a great dance hall to where they could always revel and enjoy the ever-constant twilight that broke over the city. However, as time wore on, the energies that formed off the Cliff came to infuse the dancers and from them the first gods were born. Six figures representing the four core elements, entropy, and balance. So the gods came to become the main rulers of the city, helping to manage and defuse tenuous situations within the different boroughs of the city.
When one of the gods began to feel the wear of their years, they faded into pure light and became a sphere of pure energy. For years that first god floated, sputtering, above the dance floor, until an inventor named Nasturtium Silk invented the Galamon, a massive chandelier filled with beautiful crystal orbs that would act as homes to the spirits of the gods. The central crystal became called the Nasturtium Jewel, and as the eons passed, the Galamorn became more full. But, luckily, the chandelier is always growing, the crystals constantly multiplying and spreading in chains and spirals across the dance hall.