Bygone

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You don't matter.

In the grand scheme of even existence's concept, there is so little that we truly know of our feeble reality to even begin comprehension of such maddening complexity. The infinite threads that have weaved us all into animation had to have been weaved by something, right? What would happen if we were given that power to sew and knit actuality in our own image? What would we, as the mere animals and unavailing beings that we are, do if presented with the chance to burn down god?

Should we be allowed the permission to reshape our own worlds, or be forever forced to survive in the ones we've been given?

Is there a possibility for both?

The Between.

A dimension that bridges what is and what has been. A fascinating horizon where the endless skies of vibrant clouds seemingly never ends. Like the plains, mountains and oceans of Earth, the blossom of humanity endures in the natural boundaries of this boundless realm, if there were boundaries to begin with. It is unclear how their presence came to bear fruit in this vast landscape in between realities, but it was clear of their reason to prosper. With the expense of humanity's continuation, comes the differentiation in ideologies that separate each one of us from the other; comes the conflict that divides us.

Amidst the humans that flourished, materialized two factions that emerged from their nativity in this new horizon. Two co-existing forces that both believed in their allowed harmony. Odium Elementis, the confederacy of the Tree of Blaspindel; The people who believed in the idea of peace through control and recognition. Custodes Elementis, the guild of the Tree of the Siluvar; The people who believed in the idea of peace through advancement and acceptance. A united coalition that pertained balance amongst them. One constituent kept them in their unity, the title of Elementis. The natural energy of which they siphoned their growth from.

Over what now seemed to be over a millennia of a millennia, they have lived in harmony with little to no strife nor discord disrupting their commonality. A period of true peace between ideologies.. and people.

Though with this commonality in the trees, came their dissimilarities. Unlike the Odium, the Custodes had been the first to harness the capabilities of their divinity through the gift of the elements of Feurno, Glacies and Lucerne, merely centuries after their arrival. Gifts that knighted the first elemental triad. Silverleaf's chosen, as most proclaimed they had been. Guardians of this novel realm and all that it bestowed. A truth that sparked a black envy, leading to the Odium's manipulation of their Tree and the creation of Blackspindle's Primes.

But these weren't the first of their divisions and eventually, equanimity and peace ceased to persist as corruption and greed hauntingly strung from one mind to another; from Odium, to Custodes and in return. The amity had shattered and the Custodes perished unknowingly to most of the descendants whose ancestors had been there to witness the collapse. The cause of their Harmony's Downfall, lost in time. Darkness was all the Between lived in after their final detachment. Specks of light straining ever so desperately to shine as bright they could again. Imbalance had been restored. Imbalance was all there was.. and all that will ever be. An imbalance that would never be imposed by the mere populous.

An imbalance that would now be challenged by a new triad; an imbalance.. that would either destroy the scale, or renew it.