prologue: Echos of Eden
In primordial space, timeless creatures made waves.
These waves created us and the others. Waves were the battles, and the battles were waves.
From the beginning, Chaotic beings lurked formlessly in the darkness for countless eons, Long before the stars cast their light upon the void. These beings found dwellings in the heavenly bodies, and slept for countless ages,motionless and dreaming.
They were not alone.
Out of the heavens, our gods came. Our masters, our lovers. Long before our time, these beings forged countless worlds both here, and above. Our masters were well pleased with that which they made, but grew lonesome in themselves. Thus, we their servants were formed out of the dust.
We created the marshes, forests and rivers for our masters pleasure, and they were well pleased with that which we had crafted.
We carved paradises out of the void, and made homes for not only our masters, but also for the other servants who were among us.
For countless rotations, there was peace and growth. Our masters reaped a great harvest, and grew in great wisdom and knowledge in their time.
Our masters spread across the stars far and wide, seeding forth life in places that had none.
Many more Aeons passed.
Then came the time of darkness.
The dreaming gods slept, our masters awakened them from their eternal slumber, and when they regained consciousness, a great conflict ensued.
Our masters did not see them coming, and they came at such great speed, that it was already too late.
A great battle was fought high in the firmament.
whole stars evaporating in half-light, the chaos was hungry and consumed all it could reach, creating great folds and ripples in the Aether.
Our masters fought with great vigour,and used all the treasures they so long struggled to acquire, but even still, nothing could stop the chaos from spreading forth.
Then, in utter desperateness, our masters constructed great spheres in the heavens, where we would be safe from the chaos, for nothing could penetrate the spheres, or so we thought.
Many seasons would pass, the chaos outside had consumed all light. No stars, no Sun, no celestial homes were without tarnish. The Cold dark void would only take their place.
Then, in one single instance, there was a great roar and flash of light of the which has never been known, and pouring from the north, the enemy finally entered our last stronghold, our home.
The elders retreated to the depths and waters below, but the young remained, making one last stand, keeping the enemy away from this sacred place.
When the enemy finally did breach our walls, they overran the defenders and our masters could do nothing but accept their demise, but as one last act of desperation, they unleashed a secret weapon or piece of knowledge, that only the enemy would be effected by, but in turn, our masters would also be sacrificed in order to stop the very chaos they so long sought to evade.
the enemy was stopped, but at the expense of our masters lives, and their worlds.
We their servants had managed to escape into the farthest reaches of space during that time, and we settled upon our final resting place, Lh'owon.
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