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Chapter five

The Atrium:

The Lore

Part 4

Discover the beginning of The Lore, of Elias Rose Boutique

The Lore

Part 6

Azcendia is the artist magazine from Elias Rose Boutique. Submit your art, poetry, or stories and be part of our creative circle.

Elias Rose didn’t know what the gallery was at first.

It had been sealed beneath the boutique for decades—hidden behind a sculpture of a blooming thornheart flower, one of the few plants that bloomed in the deserts of Lúmora. She was drawn to it after hearing a soft chime, a note that didn’t belong to any song she knew. The sculpture responded to her presence, vines unfurling and revealing a winding path beneath the boutique’s foundation.

That’s where she found it.

The Spiral was a intergalatic gallery—it was an expression, stretching through time and space. A museum, archive, an art gallery, where artwork from hundreds of galaxies bloomed and evolved on its own. And yet, even amidst bioluminescent paintings from the planet Virell, or sound sculptures from the icy moons of Haltrax, one thing remained constant: the yearning to be seen.

Vera, the ancient Mirellian who now took the form of a quiet, compassionate librarian above ground, had once been the curator of this space. Her true form—shimmering, pastel green, three-armed—was known to few. But to Elias, she was a mentor. Vera taught her that this place existed long before the boutique. It was a convergence point, a sanctuary for stories too fragile to survive on their own.

“Art is how we express ourselves,” Vera whispered, her voice layered with the tones of a thousand languages. “Your boutique is the door. This spiral? It’s the heart.”

Elias began to understand her role—not just as an artist or shopkeeper—but as a keeper of opportunity.

Now, there is a process for any artist, art to be hung in our gallery: artists from any world, any form, any history, can offer their work to Elias Rose Boutique. The gallery itself decides. But Vera helps guide them—translating, explaining, tending to the emotional roots of each piece. She speaks softly but thoroughly, her hands always busy with archival gloves or glowing tools.

Artists who feel lost, invisible, or silenced are gently encouraged to share. They bring: ⋆˚⋆˚꩜ Paintings

⋆˚꩜ Digital Art

⋆˚꩜ Mock Up Tattoos

⋆˚꩜ Sculptures

⋆˚꩜ Jewelry

⋆˚꩜ Apparel

⋆˚꩜ Pottery

This will hopefully bring dreams and opportunities.

Once acknowledged, and want to be part of the Boutique's Gallery

The Artist Realm

Visitors from all over the boutique—and beyond—eventually find their way down, drawn by curiosity or something they can’t name. They don’t just view the art. They feel it. The gallery rearranges itself based on their presence. Certain pieces rise into view. Others are bought with real money.

The boutique offers artists a chance to be out in the different realms, galaxies, and planets so the artwork can best be seen. Once joined The Atrium there can be a chance —for courage, in expression, and in color.

In a way, it marks their art as part of your story—if you decide to join the intergalactic gallery, the ever-growing constellation that is Elias Rose Boutique.

To give your art is to join the opportunity to be seen by others.

To see your creation witnessed by strangers from across galaxies, resting safely in the arms of the spiral?

That is immortality.

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The first time an Earth artist visited the boutique, she didn’t come for nails or zines.

Her name was Cora—an older woman with weathered hands and a portfolio filled with painted memories: her late wife in a field of stars, her hometown before the floods, a queer child she once taught to love their own skin. She had heard whispers—rumors of a boutique hidden in the dunes that didn’t just sell press on nails or tattoos, but also saw people.

Elias welcomed her gently, offering café de galaxia and sweet moonsugar pan dulce. They sat at the counter, surrounded by iridescent charms and books that whispered titles when touched.

And when Cora asked if there was a place for her art— it was always encouraged to Cora to finally show her work—Elias knew it was time.

She led her to Vera.

Vera greeted Cora with three arms extended—one for greeting, one for guidance, and one for memory. She spoke directly to Cora’s spirit, and though Cora didn’t know the language, she understood every word. It was the way music works, or the way grief translates without effort.

They walked together to the Cradle.

Cora placed a single painting on the smooth, pastel rose wall: her wife’s face, framed in a window, her smile were like stars. The walls began to glow and so did Cora.

"This was that feeling"sighed Cora and had big smile left on her face.

"What feeling?" asked Elias

"Just the effort of trying something new. I thought it was going to be" she hesitated "-scary". "But In fact, I am very happy" " It took me 60 plus years to figure that one out" Cora began to laugh out loud as Vera guided her around the gallery.

Each time someone leaves a piece, the Atrium evolves.

Join The Atrium

How the Artists Circle Works:

If you wish to have your work join the Atrium:

1. Email Elias Rose,

hello@eliasroseboutique.com

Subject Line: I want Join The Atrium

Send us a quick simple email in why you want to join and we will send you form with basic questions. For example, to see when and how will get paid.

Once Form is Approved.

2. Choose your membership level

3. Place your work (digitally) with Elias Rose Boutique so everyone can see your work. Trust it. Let go. Watch how the gallery reshapes itself to receive an idea. Not everything is guaranteed to be sales, however at least now you have a community to support each other.

And remember:

You don’t need to be famous.

Art from across galaxies rests here—some made by creatures of light, others by children in schools. Some made by robots who learned to love. Some by humans with nowhere else to place their sorrow. Each one a constellation in the boutique's heart.

So come. Offer what’s yours. Let us witness you.

Because when you give your art to Elias Rose Boutique,

you’re not just making history—

You’re becoming part of your galaxy’s memory.

Join The Atrium