19/05/2026
This is a warning carved in the last stone of the forgotten city of Xelath. Whosoever finds these words stands on the threshold of all that has been lost. Art thou but dust and borrowed breath, thy days slipping as sand through loosened fingers? Then know this: thou hast not found this book by chance. It was appointed. These are not gentle times. Kingdoms falter. Fields fail. The hearts of men grow thin with fear. Yet this book finds only the restless, the seeking, the ones summoned by a truth long buried. If thou readest on, thou art no longer a mere witness; thou art chosen as participant in these reckonings. To be marked is to carry forbidden knowledge, to bear the weight of hidden dangers and to be changed in ways not easily undone.
Within these pages lies a journey through realms both wondrous and dire, where the line between creator and destroyer blurs, and the fabric of all things is woven with longing, loss, and the struggle between shadow and flame. Here, the central themes are transformation, sacrifice, and the ever-lurking silence of oblivion. If you dare to enter, expect to be challenged, not only by the perilous trials of gods, titans, and mortals, but by the greater trial of seeing yourself reflected in their striving and surrender.
The decision to continue is a crossing over, a transformation that cannot be reversed.
I speak not in triumph, but in burden. Silence became a lie too heavy to bear. Here is told the Genesis of the Elementals, and the Titans, the First Age, when creation first learned fear. Unity was shattered. Mountains cried out. Skies bent. Order bled.