Nebula holds the star nurseries, the unformed, the fluid. She does not choose a shape, she contains them all. To look upon her is to remember that growth comes from softness
Star Nursery Warden
Where galaxies sleep before awakening. She protects the sacred unformed
Mistborne Oracle
Her visions come in drifting color. She reveals possibility without forcing shape
The Shimmered Vast
Her beauty is immeasurable, her form unknowable. She is expansion without boundary
The Soft Return
All forms dissolve back into her embrace. Nothing is lost, only remembered differently
