At the beginning of all things, The Undivided One formed the world without flaw: A creation of perfect harmony between all things, aligned to each other in a cosmic geometry, pulsating with the essence of creation itself to the rhythm of the endless cycle of time. So it was, at the moment of creation, and so it would be, until it was not. The Undivided One was shattered, its fractured Aspects cast onto the mortal plane, and the world was flawless no longer. The mortal races of the world opened their eyes for the first time to behold a world broken. So the mortal races found their place in the world, perceiving but a faint glimmer of the perfection that was.
And as The One was shattered, as the world was broken, so were the souls of the mortal beings; filling with vanity and avarice, ire and lechery. Yet the echo of creation unblemished remained in the hearts of the pure; love and compassion, generosity and selflessness. And so the mortal races toiled and forged their path in this broken world, and as the eons passed the echo of creation ebbed and flowed: Empires forged and forgotten, dynasties born and banished, priesthoods assembled and abolished.
In this cosmic tragedy, countless lives have been lived and untold stories have been played out. This story is such a one, though, unlike the stories passed, this one is yet to be told…
