Nectar of Korrash

In the oldest echoes of Velari oral history, Korrash was not made—it was harvested from beneath the Hollow Moon, when fungal blooms still whispered secrets to the stars. It was discovered by a caste of memory-shamans who risked their minds in spore-filled caverns beneath Orraspire. There, the Mycelian Folk gifted them the recipe: a precise mix of glowroot sap, sporeheart extract, and vapour drawn directly from Core vents—each drop forged in silence.

Only the Senvan caste—Velari lore-bearers—were permitted to consume it, and only during the Senvakar Rite of Deep Threading, where ancestral memory was layered like code upon their living tattoos. In those moments, users claimed they became the Pulse itself, hearing every heartbeat the planet ever made.

But Korrash came with a price.

Not all were worthy.

Those whose ancestry was incomplete, marked by exile or erasure, would suffer Memory Fracture—a syndrome where ancestral echoes spiral into waking life. Victims speak in dead tongues, rewrite their tattoos unknowingly, or collapse into spasms of inherited grief.

The Verdans banned the substance publicly. But in secret corners of Coreview, rogue seekers now scour Spiritgroves, hoping to unearth its recipe. Some believe drinking Korrash during eclipse nights could awaken the Sixth Caste, whose names were stripped from Velari history.

- Korrash Tattoos: Some Senvan elders still wear tattoos shaped like a violet spiral, said to glow faintly when the drink’s presence is nearby.

- Street Fable: Among Voids and low-city dwellers, the tale of “Korrash’s Daughter” circulates—a girl born speaking in ancient names, eyes glowing violet, hunted by Verdans who fear she remembers too well.

- Echo Choirs: Mycelian Glowroot singers perform ancestral melodies encoded from Korrash-infused Velari who merged with fungal colonies. These songs are considered dangerous to listen to unshielded.