Tell me, young Sòlblòm, do you wish to know more?

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Long time ago, our world was was nothing but a bunch of reality interconnected through the material plane. At that time, many worlds exists with different set of rules that defines them. Each can be traversed through the Astral sea and the mythical Spelljammer. But soon, the predecessors of humans made terrible mistake. In their haste to reach true ascension, they merged everything into a one single acceptable reality...

Our world.

In doing so, the rules now are set in stone. Everything becomes one, everyone changes including my kin.

That... was long ago. Long before our time and very, very long time before my ancestors' time.

Ah, I could tell you about how our world came to be, but it was full of inaccuracy. So, let me tell you about the third world instead.

Hm? World before the third, you say?

Many stories are told about it, young Sòlblòm. Some say the first world failed because magical nuclear, some say because gods' greed, or even the primordials wish to return the world to its once state. The second world... is a painful reminder how stigma and misunderstanding could cause our possible end. We pay the price and given a second chance by the divine gods' and dark gods' sacrifices.

What do they sacrifice? their life's, young Sólblóm.

They gave their lifes to renew our world, once barren now green with life. Once polluted now clean like a newborn baby. So do we, the mortals. Life returns to this world, giving us another opportunity to correct everything, or so it seems.