INTRO

Within the expanse that is existence itself, an undeniable fact is that something wants to be-
Regardless of the times passed, the locations moved, the forces melded.
No matter the circumstances, something wants to be, always.

From three overarching forces, collectively named Astrums, something comes forth out of nothing.
It fills the expanse with existence more bustling than vacuum, creating realms of unique ingredients and laws.
Such realms have been referred to as universes, within the expanse that is the multiverse.
Millions of these realms are created and destroyed with each second, within a vacuum that continues infinitely.

The dawn of something sets off with an explosion of forces.

In this ever-growing continuum, eventually, a universe dubbed the Aether forms as any other.
As the realm grows and develops, so do its inner workings and life.
However, something was a tad amiss in regards to the Aether.

Harmonious universes have a balance of ingredients and laws.
Harmonious universes are formed alongside three Overseers, that protect and guard it with their life.
Harmonious universes sizzle out, once the last black hole collapses, and then start anew.
Harmonious universes are a balance of forces throughout its entire existence.
Harmonious universes evolve.

Alongside the guardians to prolong the existence of a universe, so do guardians to shorten it.
Beings of no name would form, to solve the imbalances that chaotic universes brought with them.
They would bring the end of dawn, forcing these realms to become nothing once again, to be reborn anew harmoniously instead.

Once again, the Aether proved to be quite the odd realm out.

Instead of evolving its first lifeforms, the Aether was a starry playground for divine beings for the longest of time.
Born from the cosmos itself, as small as stars or as big as nebulae mattered not.
These first lifeforms created their own stellular bodies and galaxies as they pleased, wherever and whenever.
Alongside the cosmos itself, the Aether was by no doubt a field of creation and freedom.

And yet..

The creation and freedom led it nowhere new to discover, to evolve.
No sense of order, of law, of harmony.
The universe was but a playground, yet a birthplace at the centre of the universe sacred.
The first lifeforms only acted in their own interests, though it was peaceful for the trillions of years to come.

The Aether was considered quite young for a realm, when its first event would strike the entire canvas.
The central, sacred birthplace of the Divine, was sized a galaxy and known as RMO-543 Remoli.
Its collapse with a neighbouring galaxy, IC-4591 Iagoon Fisaris, created an unfathomable amount of energies never experienced before.

Though, this came at a cost.

Presumably, the Divine were no more.
Their life forces merged with the universe's ingredients, rendering its unstable balance worse.
An abundance of magic was its result.

And yet..

It seemed the Aether's end of dawn was not quite on the horizon.
Instead, the Divine finally made space for evolution.

After the collapse, Divine were only sighted with the creation of a new galaxy.
The centre of the universe was abandoned to thrive naturally.
The lost life forces, finally returned in the shape of immortalised divine survivors and something new.
Dexagon, they were called, built similarly as the first, yet weaker.

Though, evolution went further than that.

Magic was an ingredient of unpredictability and chaos for a universe.
Whereas realms built on abundant magic would implode sooner than later, the Aether somehow survived.
It was as if magic was woven into the very canvas itself.

Galaxies, stars, planets, any and all cosmic creations could now thrive on this force.
It fuelled the creation of new worlds, new anomalies, new life.

The Aether entered its era of mortals.
Vita.
Life grew.
Life diversified.
Life evolved.

The universe's ancient lifeforms witnessed its effects on the canvas throughout the eons.
Existence, as it was then, was rather alright.
One had to be wary however, as the Aether remained at imbalance.
It would only be a matter of time, until the inevitable end would bring forth a new beginning.

Life as it was in the Aether, was bound to fail and repeat its life cycle over and over-
Until its inhabitants had found a way to mitigate its imperfections.
And it would go on and go on and go on..
Always reaching the end of dawn, sizzling out to start anew-
Infinitely, into the unending passage.

And yet..

Something was a tad different this time.