If Padparadscha shattered again, the only thing it would prove is that Phos can't even misbehave properly. They set out with one job.

The shock's not disappearing tonight. Humans catches Rutile's attention only peripherally; a strange look crosses their face, but fades soon after. They've seen so many strange things today: buildings, creatures, machines, plants, things that look like gems, things that don't look like gems. Hoards of people, more than Rutile could comprehend, all crowding together on a single block. It's all a little... much.

"This is small?" they marvel. Certainly, they'd hardly explored the limits of their world. It's possible there were lands beyond the sea, and that those contained even more wonders than they could dream of. But in all of Rutile's nearly three thousand years, no one had cared to leave, and no one new had cared to arrive. "It's going to take me ages to find my way around. I don't even know where to start."