A long long time ago, when the grandparents of your grandparents' grandparents were barely a speck of sand, nothing much existed but the land the sea and the sky. People lived of course - sheltering under rocks and tying tree trunks together to build houses, and all throughout the world amicability was present, with as few bad intentions as there are blue moons. Where the only thoughts of good and evil were how harshly the winds would blow and how bright the light would be. Back then, every person living under the command of nature knew how to utilise what was, for lack of a better word, magic.
At that time, there were no days or nights, no moon or sun, and no stars. The light and the dark were alone, envious of the unity of humanity and animal-kind, and their feeling of discontentment caused great distress across the lengths of the world. From their uncontrollable lust for more than what they had the moon and the sun were born, and placed in the sky to guard over the planet, giving it periods of day and periods of night. Everyone was content, and life began to progress.
The moon and the sun were not as all-kind as their parents. They were generous enough and respectful of those around them and were incredibly grateful for their existence, performing their duties diligently. Still, they enjoyed making bets and found the lives of people on Earth inconsequential and entertaining, frequently playing tricks on certain individuals, gambling over matters of life and death. The light and the dark spoke amongst themselves one night, contemplating the misbehaviour of their offspring. After much consideration, they decided to place guardians in the sky to accompany the sun and the moon, watch over them, and guide them. From this, the stars and the clouds were born.
Despite their rightful place in the sky, both constellations and clouds alike were seen as lesser than their monarchs. The clouds would perform the duties of the wind and sun, controlling the majority of the weather on the Earth, with little free will. The stars would bring comfort and calm to the people of Earth, bringing about good dreams, guidance and direction. All was in balance, and nature continued smoothly, days and nights coming and going hundreds and thousands of times, civilisations born and dying, the stars, the moon, the clouds, the sun and the wind working together as a well-oiled machine, in perfect harmony.
And it continued that way. It continued long enough for the sun and moon to grow bored. It continued long enough for a young and power-hungry constellation to begin to loathe the machinations of nature. A constellation by the name of Corvus, who's greed for change cost them their place in the sky. No one quite knows exactly what happened to it, but for impertinence against the natural order of the hierarchy, it was trapped in the darkest section of the forest, left to rot and fester its grudge. Their prison grew around them, and what originated as a small dark patch in the forest grew to something entirely different, writhing and expanding into its own twisted landscape. There they have waited for aeons, hoping to find a way to escape from their prison.
There is no recorded date of Corvus' imprisonment, but many believe it to be the beginning of evil, and the stem of humanity's misdeeds. And so, life carried on progressing, as did technology, and humans soon forgot about the magic that they had once harnessed so freely, making way for machines and man-made devices. Life carried on progressing - the Stars, the Moon, the Clouds, the Sun and the Wind working together in perfect harmony, with one small missing piece that everyone has chosen to ignore. But a jigsaw puzzle can never fully perfect with one missing piece, can it?
I have told you all that I know. Do you have any questions?
