The Golden Balance of Astraea


When the stars tilt too far toward chaos or cruelty, Astraea descends from the zodiac wheel.
She does not arrive with thunder or fire, but with light, soft, patient, inevitable. The scales at her waist glow with quiet judgment, weighing not guilt or innocence, but truth. Every choice, every intention, every unspoken desire finds its measure there.
Mortals often mistake her beauty for mercy. They are wrong. Astraea is harmony incarnate: she restores what has been broken, whether by forgiveness or by consequence. Kingdoms have risen steadier in her presence; others have crumbled, unable to bear the weight of their own imbalance.
When her task is complete, she returns to the heavens, leaving behind only stardust and the unsettling calm that follows justice perfectly served.
And the world, for a time, breathes evenly again.