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Bryn is not a god, nor a titan, nor any creature that ever walked or breathed.
Built by the titans to illuminate the darkness of the world.
The open air above the Surfacelands, rising from the cloud-lanes of sky ships to the thin cold heights where the Syngers sail beneath the stars.
The Starborn tender of the sun's celestial-glass core; once the sun's master, now its caretaker, serving Bryn since the sun woke.