Intosica 

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In the realm of Intosica, a vast, floating landmass unlike any planet, the existence of its inhabitants was brought forth by a titanic rabbit-like being known as the Mother of All and her first daughter, a feminine ox-like enigma named Draxina. Draxina's sister, Sabril, preserves the realm as a metaphysical archetype of the force against rot and age, maintaining a mutual respect for the fabric of time.

These foundational entities remain largely unknown to the inhabitants of Intosica, with the exception of indigenous women. The magic of the realm is a system that belongs to the creation story itself. The being who brought the igniter of existence, Draxina, into the infinite did so via a liquid that clings to the fabric of space, time, and material. This is the white essence that brings forth life.

As the first populations of human women unlocked this knowledge, they began to take upon the essence on their skin, in their food, and soon into their wombs from the creatures of their preference, creating tribes amongst women. Throughout this time, the men of the land became repulsed by the women and their actions, while the women found solace and love with nature and the animals.

This ultimately led to war between the two genders, culminating in the Exile Era of men. The history of this era belonged to a majority illiterate society, and only the elite of the current Lorazan society has access to the text that recorded this knowledge.

The potential behind the shining force and essence of life is not one to be abused, as humanoid vessels have a mental, spiritual, and physical capacity for the substance. Much like sugar, a little bit of white essence goes a long way, and a mouthful of white essence is not desirable by most, as it can rot the soul rather than the teeth. The women who indulge in the abuse of the essence and manage to defeat psychosis and illness undergo mutation and subtle transformations, rejected by society and deemed "Morepires." The white essence must be processed and cooked into food unless the essence is of human or humanoid origin.

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