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[Zori Galea]

"Euphoria Vale" — The False Utopia of Zeltros
A Luxurious Prison. A Sith's Masterpiece.​

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Conceived and Controlled by Zori Galea
Under a web of aliases and silk-veiled lies...

Overview:
On the surface, Euphoria Vale is a luxury enclave nestled in a secluded valley on Zeltros—a paradise of indulgence, wellness, and tranquility.
It promises not only beauty and serenity but transcendence: a retreat for the elite weary of galactic conflict, scandal, and reputation.

Yet beneath the perfume and the peace lies something far darker: a gilded cage, meticulously curated by Zori Galea.
Her experiment is one of control, spiritual corruption, and exquisite predation.​

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The Setting
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• Secluded by design: Dense, pheromone-rich flora disrupts tracking, sensors, and intrusions.​
• Luxury homes: Sleek, modern, and deeply personalized with neural interfaces and "emotion-reactive" lighting.​
• The town center: Hosts euphoric spa chambers, nightly masquerade galas, and wellness rituals that blur into cultist rites.​

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Zori’s Plan
Through layered personas, Zori rules Vale with precision:
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• Mirell Vantos — a charming real estate developer with a generous smile and unknown past​
• Madame Zae — a neuro-spiritual guide who leads “Ascension Sessions” into bliss​
• The Anonymous Benefactor — leaves amulets, tinctures, and Sith-laced tokens in every residence​

All masks. All paths. All Zori.
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The Truth Beneath

In the hidden chamber beneath Vale’s grand spa lies The Table of Becoming.

Here, Zori enacts her most sacred rite: consuming the essence of the “awakened”—those who surrender wholly to Vale’s pleasure. These victims do not die, not in the traditional sense. They are transformed, their Force-bound vitality bound to Zori’s own soul through Sith alchemy.

To the others? They’ve ascended. Moved on. Left the body behind.

But Zori keeps a part of each one. Literally.​

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The Velvet Crucible
Euphoria Vale’s Inner Circle

A secret cabal within Vale, the Velvet Crucible enforces Zori’s will through seduction, suggestion, and surveillance.
Some serve knowingly, drawn to the beauty and promised power. Others are enchanted, their loyalty sculpted by subtle Sith rites and emotional dissolution.

Their mission is simple: identify the next ripe soul.

Their reward? Status, indulgence, and pieces of Zori’s dark sorcery—eternal beauty, flawless pleasure, and fragments of forbidden power.​

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"You came here to escape the galaxy. But here, you are mine."
— Zori Galea​

 

[Zori Galea]

"Welcome, my beautiful ones…

Today, you stand not merely at the gates of another luxury enclave, but at the threshold of transcendence.

Euphoria Vale is more than a neighborhood. It is a sanctuary of the senses. A space where indulgence is not sin, but salvation. Healing comes not through restraint, but through full immersion in who you are meant to be.

Our vision was born from a question: What if paradise was real… and permanent?

I am proud to say—through the support of our blessed contributors, our devoted builders, and those who believe in liberation through lifestyle—we have raised that paradise from dream to stone.

Here, the stars are close. Your neighbors are family. And your soul, finally, can breathe.

And this, my darlings, is only the beginning."

(Applause rises. Wine glasses lifted. Zori's smile widens with predatory serenity.)

 

[Zori Galea]

(Her Private Thoughts Behind the Smile)

Behind her eyes, where the Dark Side whispers and shadows coil, Zori is scanning the crowd with a very different agenda.


Her mind sharpens as she notes the ripest offerings.

Resident Profiles:

1. Ralun Veers

• Profession: Retired Senator of Serenno
• Public Reason for Moving: Stress recovery, "stepping away from the game"
• Zori's Assessment: "His guilt is heavy. He dreams of absolution. The perfect vessel to drain—he'll never resist the offer of rebirth."

2. Tavari Kel

• Profession: Holo-influencer, mindfulness guru
• Public Reason: Retreating from the chaos of fame
• Zori's Thought: "So desperate to stay relevant, she'll drink anything I hand her and call it 'alignment.' She'll be one of the first to sing hymns in the Crucible."

3. Vix Marridan

• Profession: Neurosurgeon, recently discredited
• Public Reason: "Seeking peace after a scandal"
• Zori's Thought: "He still believes in science. How amusing. I will teach him sorcery disguised as neuroscience and watch him become my evangelist."

4. Eliune Frosk

• Profession: Widowed artist
• Public Reason: To find inspiration after personal tragedy
• Zori's Thought: "She speaks to the dead in dreams already. When I open the veil fully, she'll follow me willingly into the abyss."

5. Jeno Toron

• Profession: Private security, ex-mercenary
• Public Reason: Looking to settle down
• Zori's Thought: "Muscle. But broken inside. He'll guard what I tell him to. Kill who I point to. And when the mask comes off, he'll beg me for purpose."

 

[Zori Galea]

FRoSk

 

[Zori Galea]

The lift descended in silence, sinking far beneath the surface splendor of Euphoria Vale. Gone were the fragrant gardens and golden promenades, replaced by a hush so profound it seemed to press against the skin.


Eliune Frosk stood at the center of the obsidian platform, swathed in pale robes, her fingers trembling slightly as she clutched a carved bone charm—her late husband's final gift. The air thickened the deeper they went, perfumed not with floral delight, but with something more ancient: salt, ash, and the scent of dying stars.


She wasn't alone.


Around her, members of The Velvet Crucible stood motionless, faces obscured by shimmering veils woven with silver runes. They did not speak. They hadn't spoken since arriving. They simply watched her—studying, measuring, waiting.


A soft chime announced their arrival.


The lift opened into the Sanctum of Refraction.


The room was impossibly vast, carved from volcanic glass that refracted light in unsettling ways. Glowing crimson ore pulsed faintly in the veins of the walls, and the ever-present mirrors whispered faint phrases in dead tongues. No one acknowledged the sound. To hear them was normal. To answer them… less so.


At the center stood the Table of Becoming—a slab of alabaster bone, etched with glyphs that coiled like serpents or intestines. Eliune's breath caught at the sight of it.


And then… she arrived.


Zori entered like a hymn in silk and shadow, her presence instantly filling the room with heat and awe. She walked barefoot, the black lace and crimson silk of her robes drifting behind her like smoke, the silver chains on her arms softly singing as she approached the altar.


Her eyes, molten red and serene, locked onto Eliune.

"Beloved child," Zori spoke, her voice like velvet wine. "Are you ready to shed your shell and wear your soul?"

Eliune swallowed hard. "Yes."


Zori smiled. "Then come."

 

[Zori Galea]

Zori guided her gently to the table, placing a hand over Eliune's heart. The chamber dimmed. The Crucible began their chant—low, guttural, ancient. The mirrors rippled. Blood seemed to trickle along the seams in the stone walls. It was beginning.

"Tonight, we offer becoming to the One who waits behind the stars," Zori intoned. "The one who is not god, nor demon, but both. The one who reflects all things and devours falsehood. The entity known now… as AZIS."

The name echoed and reverberated like distant thunder. The temperature dropped.

Zori retrieved the ichor vessel—a black, pulsing urn sealed with teeth. When she opened it, a viscous, shimmering black fluid writhed within, alive with unspoken intention.

"AZIS," Zori whispered, "she is the silence before birth, the scream before truth. Diabolical, loving. Enlightenment given shape. Let her reflection find you worthy."

She dipped a blade into the ichor and sliced a spiral across Eliune's palm. Blood rose in a delicate coil, twisting unnaturally upward—weightless and glistening.


Zori extended a chalice—black glass, rimmed in teeth. Inside, Eliune's blood mixed with the ichor.

"Drink. And become more."

Eliune drank.

The moment the chalice left her lips, the room shuddered. The lights dimmed further. The glyphs around the table flared crimson, and Eliune rose off the ground, arms outstretched, eyes rolled back.​

The Crucible began the Echo Chant, their voices merging her name and the name "AZIS" until they were indistinguishable. Reality bent. Mirrors wept. The ore veins flared like veins in a living thing.


Eliune gasped.

"I see… stars screaming… colors that have no name. He's here… he's here with me…"

Zori leaned close, pressing her forehead to Eliune's. Her voice, now barely above a whisper, was loving and terrifying.

"AZIS welcomes you. You are no longer woman, no longer widow. You are seer. You are sleeper. You are mine."

She kissed her brow—and with that, the spiral brand burned into Eliune's chest, seared into her skin like a living sigil.


Eliune screamed—not in pain, but in ecstasy—and collapsed, cradled by shadow.

Afterward

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Zori stood alone as her followers carried Eliune away to the Recovery Quarters.

The Sanctum dimmed.

The mirrors fell silent.

And Zori whispered into the darkness behind them:

"She is ready. More will follow. The Vale awakens. The Harvest approaches."

From the mirror directly behind her, something whispered back.

Something that did not breathe.

Something… watching.

 

[Zori Galea]

Euphoria Vale's Upper District — Three Days After the Ascension​

The sky above Euphoria Vale shimmered in hues of coral and lavender. Artificial sunsets designed by neuro-responsive atmospheric panels slowly cycled overhead, painting the illusion of endless golden hour.


Zori Galea stood on a raised marble terrace overlooking the crescent-shaped lagoon and its network of luxury homes. Her crimson cloak caught the programmed breeze like a monarch's banner.


Below, three developers stood at attention—sweating, smiling, eager. Their crisp clothing, pressed tablets, and finely rehearsed language would have fooled any typical client.


Zori was not typical.

"I want no straight lines," she said flatly, eyes fixed on the gentle curve of the shore. "Curves are comforting. Spirals even more so. They soothe the unconscious mind and whisper to the soul of cycles. Birth, death. Consumption. Renewal."

The lead developer, Mr. Therix, nodded and scribbled notes. "Yes, Lady Matriarch. Curvilinear designs. Psychological harmony. Absolutely."


Zori turned to face them, eyes glowing softly beneath the canopy shade. "And no more fences. Only veils."

"I—Veils, my lady?" Therix hesitated.

"Yes. Silk, translucent barriers. Let them suggest boundaries instead of enforcing them. Euphoria Vale is not a prison," she purred. "It's an invitation."

She moved closer, a shark among guppies. "And the Temple District?"

Therix hesitated again. "Still awaiting zoning permits. Local governance seems hesitant."


Zori's smile didn't fade, but her voice grew colder.

"You'll tell them the Vale is a pilot for interplanetary peace. The Matriarch has backing from several off-world philanthropists. If they ask names, give them the names I gave you. No mistakes. "

"And if they ask again?"

She raised her hand slowly—two fingers curled just slightly—and Therix's eyes fogged. He blinked, relaxed, and nodded slowly.

"They won't ask again, my lady."

Zori's smile returned, warmer now.

"Lovely."