There once was a time when all you can and cannot imagine lived for your eyes to see. But some saw too much, and looked for a way to fix that. And what was seeked appeared, but it was not what it seemed. A book of opposing rose from the ground, binded with moss and stone. And there, among all the spells of opposing, was hidden the chant of unseeng. 

Of course, it was difficult to notice it, especially by creatures like mankind. Because, you see, the chant of unseeing, true to itself, was not something you could see if you wanted to see it. On the contrary, you should not want to see it, for it to appear before you. 

How did this boring species of all-conforming, all-abiding humans achieved something so opposing was not clear to anyone that remained seen and not involved. 

And frankly, we are not here to talk about that, but rather about what followed after the chant was discovered. The crime was done swiftly, without hesitation, and all that was once there, became unseen, and it shall remain as such until Time loses it's forevermore. 

The only way we know about it is from the dreams born from the fae whisper. Who would have thought that something so highly-hallucinogenic would save the history of all that never was...