The Plane of Life
The Feywild is the wellspring of life, in all of its endless forms most beautiful and violent. It is the Feywild that drives the seasons on the realms of Ciora, as the four Fey Courts march in endless tandem around the world. However, while Ciora is a globe, the geography of the Feywild is a disc. In the middle is the Wellspring and around it the quarters of the four seasons. Time also moves differently in the Feywild, one can only progress time by travelling around the disc, and one can only travel either directly to or from the centre, or in the direction of the seasons. That is, from Winter to Spring to Summer to Autumn to Winter.
More like great nomadic caravans, the Fey Courts are not actual noble hierarchies in the typical sense of the word, the Fey have no concept of the rule of law per se, nature is an order unto itself. Rather, the Fey Courts are whirlwinds of activity surrounding, driven by, and brought under the inexorable influence of the Arch-Fey - entities of singular wilpower that dominate all beings around them to the point of affecting the weather on the Prime Material.
Ruled by the vivacious Queen Titania, who leads a bacchanalian caravan of joyous and violent fey who are as likely to invite you to join their celebratory party as they are to rip you limb from limb for a perceived slight. They are associated with unbridled emotive outbursts, especially happiness or righteous anger. As the summer court, they are also associated with heat induced mirages, and are known for luring mortals into their mad train using such tricks, especially in the hot deserts.
Ruled by mournful Frostmaiden Auril, who leads a dour and quiet dirge, carrying out their grim task, culling the weak and the old so that the strong remain. They do not derive any joy from their endless march, although are often depicted as evil and spiteful creatures by mortals.
Ruled by the Prince of Satyrs, Hyrsam, who commands a legion as changeable as the season they represent. Hyrsam is known for peace as much as he is known for formenting restlessness and rebellion in the hearts of mortals. He puts the fear of Winter and Death in beasts and men alike, urging them towards calm and preparation for the long cold nights ahead, as well as causing them fight ever harder for the last remaining harvest.
Ruled by the kind King Oberon, who shepherds his flock through the newly green meadows and forests. While he is generally thought of fondly, being an avatar of new life and family, like any of the Archfey there is no real morality to be ascribed here. As kindly as he seems, King Oberon and his followers suffer no compunction with enchanting people into the “peace” of the flock, pulling them into zombie-like conformity with sweet nectar and a haze of mind-numbing pollen.
At the centre of the Feywild is a sea of pure aqua vitae that bubbles up the the caldera of a enormous mountain corresponding to the Roof of the World on Ciora.
The shores of the sea are a bountiful meadow, intercut with rivers that pour over the edge of the mountain into the disc of Feywild below, mostly into the Spring quarter as the waters freeze against enormous glaciers at the Winter quarter, and tend to evaporate at the Summer quarter. This meadow in inhabited and protected by a Unicorn, Mathi.
The sea is alive bubbles that rise up and out of the pond, forming all kinds of fantastical animal shapes all mixed in with each other like a dream. At the centre is an island, protected from the storm of bubbles and waves around it by an aura of tranquility. And in the middle of this island is a small pond, the entrance to a deep well leading to the source of the aqua vitae and its imagination - Ustra, who takes the form of a net of coiled double-helix structures floating in an endless sea.