The Reflection & The Refraction The Mirrors Genesis

The first histories tell of a time when man was free. A time when dwarves and elves, halflings and giants, beasts and gods lived in harmony with all. It is said that in those days, men stood seven feet tall and gold and silver were like stones in the streets. In those days, wine flowed like rivers and grain grew from every stalk, until the wheat fields were laid like bowing legions from the weight of the harvest. In those days, all were at peace.

The multiverse, a pulsing, pounding lifeblood of the ancients, has carried this lie, and thousands of others like it, through the ages until suns die and planets crumble. No, I tell you now, it was not peace that made this place, but war. I have seen the throne of the heavens shot through with cracks, I have felt the blazing sands of Lysand as dragons’ blood falls like rain, I have seen the terror in the hearts of children as their fathers turn to beasts before their eyes, I have seen the pain of death more times then I can count, and now I see you. Go forth. Do your best or your worst, whatever your hand finds to do. And perhaps, finally, you may change the ending set in stone since the birth of our fallen paradise. Go forth adventurer, until we meet again.

-The Watcher