On the steps of the oldest temple, the Elder Gods gather, their presence woven into the architecture itself. Ancient runes glow softly under their feet, resonating with the heartbeat of the multiverse. Above them, a radiant arch marks the boundary between Elysia and the realms beyond, shimmering each time a soul passes through.

Elder God Aurelius, robed in starlight, speaks with a voice that echoes across eternity. "We must guide the new pantheons, but not dictate their fate. Evolution thrives on choice, not decree." Elder Goddess Lysandra, whose hair flows like liquid moonlight, nods solemnly. "Yet we must honor the will of the God of Heaven. Even we are but stewards in the greater design."

A group of elves guides souls to their chosen destinations, offering gentle reassurances. Fairies hand out sparkling tokens, and a portal to Heaven pulses with inviting light. In the distance, the reincarnation stream glistens like a river of stars, winding toward new beginnings.

Santa’s workshop buzzes with activity, toy-making machines whirring in tandem with enchanted sleds soaring overhead. The Easter Bunny’s gardens overflow with pastel blooms and sugar-laced air. Children, both mortal and divine, chase enchanted rabbits while laughter fills every corner.

Aurelius kneels in reverence, his voice reverberating. "May we never forget our purpose: to nurture, not to rule. Every soul’s journey is sacred." Lysandra joins him, her eyes shining with wisdom. "And may belief itself be the thread that binds us, gods and mortals alike."

The floating mountains drift higher, carrying songs of gratitude to the farthest reaches of the multiverse. Elysia stands eternal—a home for gods, magical beings, and the dreams of every soul who wanders its shining halls.