Long ago, the world was not built from stone, fire, or blood.
It was built from words.
Every mountain existed because it had a name.
Every ocean moved because a word told it to.
Every person lived because language defined them.
But people feared that power.
So they tried to control it.
They created an order that rewrote reality by rewriting language. Words that were too dangerous were erased. Concepts that threatened stability were removed. Memories that did not fit were rewritten.
History was not remembered.
It was edited.
Yet words do not truly disappear.
A forgotten word does not die.
It only falls into silence.
Hidden beneath modern language, fragments of the old vocabulary still exist, buried deep in reality like cracks beneath a painted wall.
And sometimes…
Something remembers them.
Somewhere in the vast archives of the Written Order, a book was supposed to remain sealed forever.
A lexicon that contained the words they failed to erase.
A record of things the world was never meant to remember.
The Forgotten Lexicon.
And the moment someone opened it…
Reality began to read itself again.