In the beginning, the world was a singular, dry seed. Mokosza-Zmij wept until it softened, Perun-Wira cracked it open with a bolt of white heat, and Veles-Nua took the first sprout into the dark soil to hide it from their eternal sibling-feud.

The 'Tri-Strata Canopy': The High Canopy (the burning realm of light), The Shifting Mire (the living struggle), and The Deep Roots (the silent repository of the past).

A triumvirate of necessity. Mokosza-Zmij holds the balance between the scorching heights of Perun-Wira and the swallowing depths of Veles-Nua.

Humans are 'Fallen Fruit.' Mortals are viewed as short-lived nutrients whose only purpose is to serve the cycle of the jungle; gods ignore individuals but demand collective tribute to stay their hands.

Souls descend into 'The Humid Grey,' a lightless jungle where Veles-Nua judges if a spirit is fit to become peat to fuel future life or must be burned away by the memory of Perun-Wira.