Feywild creation myth

In the time before time, when the world was but a dream yet to be dreamt, the Feywild was nothing but a swirling void of chaotic potential, a canvas of wild magic awaiting a painter. It was from this void that the World Tree sprouted. It was not a tree as mortals might understand, but a living, breathing essence of pure nature, a spirit of sort. Its roots stretched through the very fabric of the Feywild, and its branches reached into the unformed skies, touching every corner of this nascent realm.
As the world tree grew, it began to weave the Feywild around it. From its roots, rivers of liquid magic flowed, carving out rivers and lakes, giving life to forests and meadows, and breathing energy into the air itself. The sky shined with the hues of every season at once.
But the world tree was lonely in this new, vibrant world. It yearned for companionship, for beings who could live within and among the wonders it had created. And so, the first beings of the Feywild were born. From the blossoming flowers of the world tree’s highest branches came the Faeries, delicate and radiant, embodiments of the whimsical and untamed spirit of the Feywild. Each Faerie was a living spark of the World Tree, carrying within them a piece of its boundless magic and wild nature.
Together, the Faeries filled the Feywild with life, wonder, and unpredictability. They danced through the eternal twilight, their laughter echoing in the wind, their magic entwined with the very essence of the land. The world tree watched over them with pride, for these beings were its children, its companions in the wild dance of creation.