In the skies above Arwen’s Sanctuary, glitters the starry repose of the Starweavers.

The starweaver spins intricate webs out of shadows across the celestial sphere. In her webs she captures and preserves the magic and energy of the cosmos. She is the accomplice of fate by dancing along those enthralling webs that bind us all together, it is she who holds the stars in place, so that they do not fall from the sky, and it is she who dreams of us, when we forget to dream of ourselves. She cannot be seen except with imagination, but if dared, you might imagine a starweaver as a tiny, delicate creature with iridescent wings that sparkle in the starlight. Its body might be slender and graceful, with a long, flowing tail that glimmers like stardust. The starweaver’s eyes might be large and bright, shining with an otherworldly wisdom that belies its small size. It might wear a tiny crown made of shining crystals, and carry a tiny wand that glows with a soft, pulsing light. Starweavers are wondrous and magical creature, the embodiment of the mysteries and secrets of the universe.