Nestled within the Stellena star, Hahleh-meesys, though small in size, pulsates with a vibrant tapestry of life and boundless adventure, beckoning countless sojourners to adventure.
In the distant echoes of time's embrace, beings of ancient lore, known as the Old Ones, dwelled amidst the boundless reaches of our universe. Their mystical presence, lost to legend, sparked the very essence of our world.
As common with many councils, the Old Ones suffered discord, and one particular being, the First Wyrm, disbanded from their assembly and began what we now know as dragons, or godserpents.
Having witnessed this separation which began creation, the Old Ones set out to fashion for themselves their own beings of divinity, great powers which govern the forces of the universe. And two of those forces were given the names Life and Death.
Eventually, it pleased the Old Ones to marry the two forces. The First Wyrm returned to participate by creating a world in which the two powers could live forever in matrimony and peace. As Life journeyed across the expanse with joy, he fell into delusion and wished for the wedding to last forever. El Diablo heard his prayers and offered him a wager to extend time into eternity. El Diablo’s cunning was no match for Life’s endearing hope and the god lost the wager to El Diablo and was exiled into Oblivion for one hundred years.
Life wandered the Oblivion, a place where time ceases and regrets weigh down the soul. Without the warmth and light of the sun, Life’s eyes adjusted to the darkness and his skin grew pale and cold. From the sands of the eternal shores, he carved out rivers for the dead souls to fade into the ocean of void, hoping that one day, Death, his love would find him waiting.
The Old Ones gathered around Death as she waited upon the altar of ceremony. All the hosts of the universe crowded to witness the reconciliation of two seemingly opposite forces. Life never arrived. Death cursed him in her heart and buried her tears deep within her body. Without a word, she left the gathering and set out into the far northern world to build her domain, the Sorrow.
In the shadows and frost, Sorrow gradually transformed into Rage, and then into Despair. Across the lonely tundra and foreboding peaks, Death roamed, yearning for solace amidst the agony caused by Life’s absence. Her domain expanded as icy tendrils encroached upon the terrain and halted the flowing streams. Having punished the northern realms, Death vanished into a distant realm, yet remnants of her anguish lingered within the frozen expanse.