"There are forces that shape existence, unseen threads woven into the fabric of reality. Not all are meant to awaken. Not all are meant to be seen. But when the time comes, what was hidden shall reveal itself…"
Deep within the ancient lands of Ilmeris, where the twin suns cast their eternal light upon living citadels of crystal and light, woven into the roots of the world, the Elphir thrived in harmony. For ages, they shaped their world, blending nature and knowledge, existing between the material and the ethereal. They believed their balance was unshakable.
Until the first rift was torn open.
The Delimenor, beings from the abyss beyond time, emerged, twisting reality itself. Some Elphir fell in battle. Some vanished. Others… changed. The Firstborn warriors fought to mend the breach, but the war was not won—only delayed. The echoes of that battle still ripple through the fabric of existence, and something stirs beneath the surface of the unseen.
Now, 3333 unique entities lie dormant, waiting. Their essence pulses in the void, their purpose unknown. Some call them artifacts of fate. Others whisper that they are the remnants of something long forgotten—seeds of transformation, awaiting their moment.
But what will they become?
The truth remains hidden. Until the moment arrives, they slumber in the Cradle of the Unseen.
"There are forces that shape existence, unseen threads woven into the fabric of reality. Not all are meant to awaken. Not all are meant to be seen. But when the time comes, what was hidden shall reveal itself…"
Deep within the ancient lands of Ilmeris, where the twin suns cast their eternal light upon living citadels of crystal and light, woven into the roots of the world, the Elphir thrived in harmony. For ages, they shaped their world, blending nature and knowledge, existing between the material and the ethereal. They believed their balance was unshakable.
Until the first rift was torn open.
The Delimenor, beings from the abyss beyond time, emerged, twisting reality itself. Some Elphir fell in battle. Some vanished. Others… changed. The Firstborn warriors fought to mend the breach, but the war was not won—only delayed. The echoes of that battle still ripple through the fabric of existence, and something stirs beneath the surface of the unseen.
Now, 3333 unique entities lie dormant, waiting. Their essence pulses in the void, their purpose unknown. Some call them artifacts of fate. Others whisper that they are the remnants of something long forgotten—seeds of transformation, awaiting their moment.
But what will they become?
The truth remains hidden. Until the moment arrives, they slumber in the Cradle of the Unseen.
