Welcome traveler.
Look around you. Do you see walls? A ceiling? No. My library is not made of stone and wood, but of moments. Each dust mote dancing in starlight is a life lived. Each whisper on the air is a choice made. I am Kairos, god of stories and moments. You may call me the Lorekeeper, and this is my collection.
Before your kind measured time in breaths and seasons, there were the Primordials. From their will, they wove the fabric of existence, a grand tapestry they called Aetheria. In its threads, they spun entire worlds—realms of divine light like Terramora and mortal realms brimming with magic, like the one they named Elysiuma.
For ages, it was a place of untamed wonder. But wonder can curdle into fear. The ancient and dreadful dragons become the dominant race of mortals. They were dictators, and their rule was absolute.
However, fate's strands can be rewoven. Mortals, once powerless, were gifted with Systems—celestial frameworks that allowed them to channel the very energies of creation. They fought back. The war that followed was a fire that scorched the heavens. It ended the dragons' age, yes, but it also tore the tapestry. Entire worlds were ripped away, their connection to magic severed, left to fade into silence.
From the ashes, the dragons' power was sealed into Fragments—artifacts of immense might scattered across the realms. Some were hidden, some were guarded, and some were used as weapons or keys. All became seeds for new conflict, as ambition grows even in scorched earth.
My role in all this? I watch. I listen. I gather these tales, not just of heroes but also of mud-spattered soldiers, forgeworkers, and tower-dwelling intellectuals. Each life is a thread, and each thread has a story to tell.
My tome is infinite, but you are not. So, for now, I shall open its pages and share but a few. They are tales of legacy and solitude, of those who lived between the lines of legend.