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The plane of '''Celestia''' is known to some as the Angel Plane or, in the times of [[Seleucar]], the Sacred World. Rarely have mortals had the chance to travel there. This home plane of [[angels]] is arranged in "spheres," from [[Aydin Sphere|Aydin]] at the lowest to [[Empyrean Sphere|Empyrean]] at the highest. The Rulers of Celestia, the Hierarchs, reside in the Sphere of Empyrean.
The plane of '''Celestia''' is known to some as the '''Angel Plane''' or, in the times of [[Seleucar]], the '''Sacred World'''. Rarely have mortals had the chance to travel there. This home plane of [[angels]] is arranged in "spheres," from [[Aydin Sphere|Aydin]] at the lowest to [[Empyrean Sphere|Empyrean]] at the highest. The Rulers of Celestia, the Hierarchs, reside in the Sphere of Empyrean.


To many, Celestia would be considered the most beautiful plane in the multiverse. A soft, diffuse light seems to permeate from everything here, wreathing it in an otherwordly aura. The sky above this plane is ever pink and lavender, caught always in sunset, and fanciful clouds of a similar tint float lazily through the firmament. In the fields of light that stretch throughout this plane, there is no ground of which to speak, but instead a gentle ocean of quicksilver. Out of it rise elegant tree-like structures that are not trees, but made of something more lustrous and pearlescent. Tiny points of light may be seen within their branches, pulsing in slow patterns of blues and greens.
To many, Celestia would be considered the most beautiful plane in the multiverse. A soft, diffuse light seems to permeate from everything here, wreathing it in an otherwordly aura. The sky above this plane is ever pink and lavender, caught always in sunset, and fanciful clouds of a similar tint float lazily through the firmament. In the fields of light that stretch throughout this plane, there is no ground of which to speak, but instead a gentle ocean of quicksilver. Out of it rise elegant tree-like structures that are not trees, but made of something more lustrous and pearlescent. Tiny points of light may be seen within their branches, pulsing in slow patterns of blues and greens.
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