Nova

The Silent Liar, The Weeping God, The Radiant One A solemn and serene deity, Nova sanctifies every life, and mourns every death. They are a dim, flickering light in a vast and dark cavern. It is said that Nova breathed the Heat of Will into the world, and with it impermanence, but that is a tale for another time. Nova doesn't believe that true happiness can exist without tragedy. Adoxima's oasis is stable and content, and existence can't be truly appreciated if it lasts forever. How can we appreciate, truly appreciate the shining beauty of existence if there will always be such an existence? How can we appreciate Life if it never ends? Nova believes we would get very bored of it, and wouldn't that be tragic?  Nova sees existence as a light in a cave. It is fleeting, and when the light goes out, the cave will be dark once more, as is the natural state of the void. (The idea that the world began in the void, and will return to the void, and that the universe doesn't care. So what is the point if it all?) How can we grant ourselves the pleasure to enjoy such a fine thing if it always exists? Existence sparkles and shines like a gorgeous jewel, but its radiance is an intimate falsehood, a lie. Lies, lies are the enemy of stagnation, and our self-realization is the most beautiful lie there is, and our salvation. We lie that life has meaning, we lie that what we do matters, we lie that without us, the universe ends. Nova is torn between the lie of existence, and the truth of the universe and its relationship with life. (or her perceived truth.)

Realm
The Crystal Sitting House, also known as the House of Lies. A tranquil realm made of water, warm to the touch and filled with shimmering light. It has a wide hall, a full hearth, is full of light & air. It wide openness in stark contrast of the void is incredibly pleasing, and can make any god feel very small indeed.

Visage
When the painter puts a brush to canvas, or a sculptor a chisel to their marble, they portray Nova as a goddess most beautiful, with attractive and comely features. Hair like sparkling metal, and any eyes like the stars. Adorned in flowing silks, and fine jewelry. But none has been able to capture the eternal sadness they have for the flickering light in the dark.