The world is but a single creature lost in an endless slumber. As the great beast slept, the days and nights were peaceful. The dream known as humanity flourished. Alas, those quiet days, like all things, were ethereal in nature. Ever so rarely, about as often as a blue moon, the nightmares would begin to stir. A single animal would become encased in a beautiful gemstone cocoon.
Souls sleeping inside those cocoons were bathed in abstract horror. Corrupted. Once the nightmarish form finalized its shape, the envelope would shatter, and an aberration awoke. Not all at once did the creatures of this world change. Still, those crystal beasts that awoke ravaged the lands. Civilization pushed closer and closer to extinction. The dream of humanity was at its end.
Dropping to our knees in reverence, we shouted our prayers deep into the Earth. Our salvation lay in calming our world for but a moment from its nightmare. Luring the beast back into its peaceful slumber.
As the people prayed for a miracle, a new kind of human awoke. Gifted with a fragment of the divine dream, they brought light to humanity's era once more. The ones born in tune with the dancing spirits of the world around them had arrived. The age of the Sorcerers had begun.
The crystal beasts were pushed back, slain, and finally driven from the lands of humanity. Tragically, humanity's newfound unity fractured as the sorcerers became vain, proud, and cruel. Soon many saw those with the power of sorcery as a monster hidden within human skin.
The dream of humankind falls into a nightmare of our own making. Creatures lurking within the subconscious of the world have begun to stir.
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The Waltz of Blades
FantasyUnpredictably, animals would become encased in beautiful gemstone cocoons, and the soul that slept inside would be bathed in abstract horror. Once that nightmarish form finalized its shape, the envelope would shatter, and an aberration was born. As...
