The Ainmhí are the walkers, the swimmers, the fliers—those whose hearts beat with instinct and grace, whose bodies move through the world in pursuit of nourishment, shelter, and kin. From the soft-footed hunter of twilight glades to the thundering giant who shapes the plains with each step, these beings chart the pulse of the land itself. Some were born of earth and wind, others shaped by ancient songs or the quiet dreams of the world, but all are bound to the cycles of breath and bone.
In Tír na nÓg, Ainmhí are neither mastered nor feared. They are companions in the great dance of coexistence. Each one—be it scaled, furred, feathered, or finned—holds a place in the living mosaic, contributing rhythm and meaning to the eternal balance. Even those that once wandered the Mortal Realm and are now remembered only in bones or dreams still leave echoes here, their essence preserved in memory and myth.
While some walk in wildness and others rest at the hearth, Ainmhí are not judged by tameness or utility. Their lives are not less than those who speak with words or wield tools. Instead, they are honored for their being—for what they *are*, not what they *do*. In a realm where all things are sacred, Ainmhí are the breath between words, the untamed verse of the world’s song.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.