The world of Glass Dogs

Have you ever seen a Glass Dog?

I can tell by your reaction you haven't. That's not your fault. Most Lower Country eyes haven't grown real enough to perceive Glass. Closest to the Majikal origin, Glass is crystal clear reality. It roots in places where deep pain has produced the richest soil. As a person changes, the Glass rises through them, mingling their nature: Earth, Water, Ether... becoming a painted pony, half-mortal, half true.

Glass grows whether one wants it or not. To understand its lore, you must welcome it. To wield its power, you must be willing to see reality unfiltered, wild, and unbearably honest. And when you do, you learn the secret at the heart of the Glass: in spite of pain and injustice and all the illusions of the Lowlands… in the unclouded truth, things cannot be other than okay.