~ 65 Million Years Ago
A rift suddenly tore open through the Earth's atmosphere. Jagged and unfathomably large, the sky shattered further from the horizons; the breach that seemed celestial split the sky like a glowing scar, stretching across continents, searing itself into the memory of the Earth. For seventeen days, the sky cracked. From the breach poured unknown symbols... radiant glyphs of impossible geometry and alien-like geometry. These glyphs did not fall gently... They descended, as if pulled with purpose, as they embedded themselves into the very core of the world. However, this magnificent event also descended into chaos upon the world.
The wind started moving as if filled with rage, ripping through forests like paper, tearing across mountains with the scream of a thousand storms. Insane tremors happening all around the world are shaking the seas and continents. From the planet's core, magma surged with unrelenting fury. Cracks split across the crust like glowing veins, rivers of molten earth bursting forth all around.
Each landmass started to twist from continental plates that were once slow and silent but now collided like beasts in battle. Lands were shattered, dragged beneath oceans, or hurled skyward in floating shards of burning stone. Entire landmasses crumbled into themselves, swallowed by glowing chasms where the glyphs burned brightest.
Lightning happened without a storm and danced across the sky with unnatural color, flickering in impossible patterns. The clouds above churned like boiling water, violent and burning from within, reacting to the glyphs falling from the Celestial Breach.
This was not nature that had gone mad. This was reality itself convulsing under the weight of something it was never meant to hold. For seventeen days... This all happened... All around the world. But then suddenly... Slowly and almost reluctantly, the chaos that descended began to calm itself.
The howling winds softened, as if exhausted by their own fury. The thunder faded into distant echoes, swallowed by the broken skies. The earth, once writhing in violent convulsions, settled deep within. The fissures cooled. Magmas ceased its furious ascent and retreated back into the wounded crust like blood being pulled back into a closing wound.
The Celestial Breach, which was once a shattering in the sky, began to dim. As the cracks undo themselves time by time. The glyphs no longer rained in torrents, but they drifted more slowly now, graceful and almost mournful. Spirals of light descended like snowflakes over the shattered world.
The silence after calamity...
Then, the earth began to repair itself...
The storms dissipated by themselves. The air is now a gentle breeze but with more energy. Hellfires that died down to smoke and then to silence. The molten veins that once burst through the crust cooled into obsidian scars. Oceans, once scattered and ravaged, began to settle into new basins carved by upheaval.
The mountains have been reformed, some now towering higher than before, others crumbled into ash and dust. Valleys shifted... New rivers carved unfamiliar paths through the land. The shape of the world had changed. But it was more than just land. Life, too, started responding.
What had not been erased began to adapt. Plants bent toward lingering glyphic light. Insects pulsed faintly with unnatural colors. The genes of every living thing touched by the glyphs began to shift. The glyphs embedded themselves deep into the roots of the world, into the stone, into the air, into the water, and into the very DNA of every creatures that survived. In time, they would awaken again, no longer as falling signs but as marks carried by living beings.
The world did not return to what it was...
It became something entirely new...
Earth had survived, but it would never be the same. Across the fractured soil, through scorched forests and drowned valleys, the glyphs remained as they descended further down into the Earth. Glowing softly. Waiting in time. Something ancient had been awakened.
And the age of Sigils had just begun.
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Time passes...
~ 2 Million Years Ago
The age of Primal Awakening started
After the Breach, the world went still, just quiet and strange, the way the heavy air feels after a storm that broke too much. The sky had torn open. The glyphs had fallen. And deep beneath the soil and stone, something began to stir.
It started...
The early ones, those ape-blooded ancestors of humans, that didn't know what was happening to them. A flicker behind the eyes. A strange pull in the gut. A fire that didn't come from the sun or any flame they had ever known. One day, a member of the group would grunt or gesture, and suddenly a tree would snap in half. Another might breathe and feel the wind obey them. No tools. No teachings. Just raw power, wild and burning.
These were the first Primal Sigils.
They weren't powers anyone could just control. They came like fever, like lightning through the bones. Some of these early beings were gifted for only seconds before their bodies collapsed under the pressure. Others became monsters in their own right, stretched and reshaped into things that looked human only in outline.
Then came the Sigil markings...
Random sigils began to surface across their skin. Not one was ever alike; all of them were unique on their own. Some were sharp and geometric, like shattered stars or broken wheels. Others twisted in alien patterns, writhing like they were alive. A few looked like ancient symbols, etched into flesh with some forgotten language. They glowed softly in the dark, appearing on arms, backs, faces, or over hearts. These weren't simply tattoos. They weren't earned. They were simply burned into the body of the primates the moment the power stirred.
Some could move mountains, suddenly stop a predator's heart meters away, conjure weather in seconds, or vanish within seconds without a sound. But some power came with a cost... These powers came with a price... Some monkeys could fly before tiring themselves and falling to their deaths. Some were burned by their life force from unknowingly using the overpowered Sigils. Some even accidentally killed their own kind and fell into despair, not knowing the Sigil's lethality. But not all of these Sigils came with a prize; some just came as a blessing, helping them instead. Although these Sigils were much weaker... Like controlling plants, having a much stronger body that could lift boulders with a finger, and controlling elementals.
But humans weren't the only ones that changed...
Animals began to twist in ways no one had ever seen. Some grew new limbs. Others developed eyes that saw through trees or huge jaws that stuck to the ground before they bit. These creatures didn't awaken Sigils in the same way. Their changes were instinctive, violent, and irreversible. Glyphic energy had soaked into the wild, and it took whatever form it pleased.
These were the first Beasts of the Celestial Breach.
They weren't part of the natural world anymore. They were something else. Born from glyphs fed by chaos itself. Some stalked the forests and plains like horrific monsters. Others hid in the dark, isolating themselves. Wherever they went, they left ruin. Whole bloodlines of early apes were erased before they could even form stories about why.
Those who survived did so because they adapted and fought. The Primal Sigils thinned out across generations to generations, passed down in weaker but more stable forms. The roaring chaos of the early days cooled into something more focused. Still dangerous. Still powerful. But no longer explosive from birth.
These children with calmer Sigils became the root of what would one day be called humanity.
The Beasts did not die off so easily. Some faded. Others changed shape or bred into new forms. A few remained exactly as they were, tucked away in forgotten places, growing quiet with time. And the stories about them, told in firelight and whispered in fear, began to stretch across the ages.
Dragons. Skinwalkers. Forest demons. They were not invented. They were remembered as anomalies...
As such... These were the cause of... The Celestial Breach.