Gaea, ruler of the sky and master of all magic, shaped the world with the muses by singing the Chorus of Creation. When their song was finished, Gaea filled the land with sentient beings. Nature flourished in harmony, bound together by that eternal melody.
But remnants of creation’s magic lingered, and from it arose the faeries—otherworldly beings who carried fragments of Gaea’s power. They bestowed extraordinary gifts upon humanity, guiding the course of history.
And then, without warning, Gaea vanished.
Once, the sun rose, the seasons turned, and the stars glittered by her will. In her absence, the world sank into eternal twilight—a dim haze where day and night blur together. To survive, people turned to timepieces, record-keeping, and precise accounts of hours and resources. Automation grew sophisticated, enabling mass production even as nature faltered.
Humanity adapts still, but perhaps at a pace the world itself cannot endure.