A long time ago...
Before the Millennia War scarred the Big World, before the Thousand Races even existed—
There was only the world, and those who existed to watch it.
On the far side of the moon's quiet where light cast no shadows and form was only a suggestion, there existed the Moon Beasts.
They existed as custodians of pause.
Where the Big World surged with motion and consequence, its moon served as its counterweight. It's a place where unresolved echoes could settle.
The Moon Beasts were part of that balance. They absorbed what the world shed. Unspent intent, abandoned dreams, and moments that never became action.
They had no bodies in the way mortals understood them. They drifted as impressions... cycles of awareness loosely bound by moonlight and memory. They did not walk. They did not speak.
They endured.
