In the oldest hymns, the first mortal shame was not nakedness but disorder. When the world was young and shape-less, the eight sisters descended from the Loomward Halls to teach beings how to bind themselves into roles. From their hands came armor, shirts, dresses, pants, rags, lingerie, shoes, and jewelry, each a sacred answer to a different need of the soul. They were called Attire because they clothed not only flesh, but status, duty, grief, desire, and rank.

The universe is imagined as a vast Wardrobe of Worlds, hung from unseen cosmic rods. Attire are eight sister-goddesses who cut reality into wearable forms, teaching mortals that every civilization is stitched together by what it chooses to cover, reveal, adorn, and protect. Their divine assembly is ordered like a grand dressing chamber: layers beneath, layers above, and the final gleam of ornamentation. Each goddess wears only the items she governs, and this self-referential holiness is considered the source of all design.

A measured hierarchy of eight sister-shrines arranged around a central Hall of Dressing. Each shrine specializes in one holy category, yet all festivals are coordinated by the Temple of the First Layer, where Merin's priests keep the calendar, Veyra's keep the guard, and Aureth's keep the treasury. Local congregations are usually guild-tied, and worship is performed with exact protocols for clothing, laundering, repair, fastening, and presentation.

Mortals approach Attire through craft guilds, temple tailors, court dressers, armorers, shoemakers, and jewelers. Their religion is neither cruel nor intimate; it is distant, formal, and precise, with prayer offered through preparation. The faithful believe the gods do not demand constant attention, only that every civilization remember to clothe itself properly before entering the presence of greatness.

The faithful of Attire pass into the Loomward Halls, a distant celestial atelier where souls are measured, mended, pressed, polished, and eventually woven into garments of service for the gods. Those who lived with care, craft, and restraint are granted a place among the invisible tailors of the sky, while the vain are left to endlessly admire mirror-stills of their own unfinished seams.