Nyserra is not a goddess of will or creation, but a force born from necessity. When reality began to fail—when lives ended without meaning and memories vanished without trace—the world adapted. That adaptation became her. She governs neither life nor death, but the moment in between, when something is no longer held. Around her, unseen threads bind existence to continuation. She does not create them; she determines when they are no longer sustained. When they sever, nothing breaks—something simply ceases to remain. She exists within Umbraeth, an endless, still lake beneath a fractured moon. At its center stands Threnveil, a vast wisteria tree whose blossoms hold what the world still remembers. When one falls, it is forgotten completely. Nyserra does not choose what remains. She ensures nothing remains without being held. Yet something now persists beyond its time—and she waits.