We fell through the void…

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From beyond stars, beyond memory, even beyond the pulse of time. 

​Guided only by the pull of absence, we drifted for an age, each of us apart—Pema, Etzel, and Temsin.

The moment we touched, shadows fled. Flame sparked. Air and gas stirred. At last, stone gathered.

From our joining, this land, and many others, stirred and came alive. Wind carved valleys. Fire awakened mountains. Water traced the edges of stone. And in the shifting, we too changed.

Loneliness drove us to birth the winged ones from our essence. Wyverns, with eyes like burning gems and wings stretched wider than the skies, they soared across the lands we had forged. But still, we felt the longing.

So, we made something more. A mix of us and the winged ones.

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​Humans.

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Not all bore scales or wings. Yet in the women, we recognized something familiar. An essence akin to the force that once sparked all things into being. It flowed through them like air through lung, like blood through vein. Even the mighty wyverns felt its power.

Blood magic bloomed from that bond. Through the women, the land transformed. Cities rose. Civilizations flourished—built on pure devotion, on ebb and flow, on memory pressed into soil.

And for a treasured time, harmony held.