Missing Pantheon

In the lands of Abroden, beneath the canopy of an ink-black sky, there exists a void, a haunting emptiness where once the cosmos wove its celestial tales. They left, after The Unravelling. Legends, like ethereal whispers on the breeze, speak of a time when the heavens cradled constellations in an eternal dance, a radiant spectacle mirrored in the eyes of those who looked upward with wonder.
  In tales passed down through generations, the Missing Pantheons are stories of dreams, a memory etched into the collective soul of those that still remembered. The gods, it is said, turned away from the world, leaving a celestial canvas blank and barren. A metaphysical void, deeper than the darkest abyss, now stretches between realms, and the people of Abroden speak of it in whispers as if afraid the cosmos might hear their longing.
  In their absence, only The One remained.