The First World

## The First World's Seven Days of Creation

"Gather 'round, for I shall unfold a tale cradled in the heart of Lysara, our father of creation. This is a story sewn from the very essence of the cosmos, an epic more timeless than time itself. It speaks of the birth of all things,not just of earth and sky, but of soul, time, and the eternal flame of existence. These are the forgotten days of creation, when the Primordials, in their divine majesty, sculpted the fabric of our reality."

### **Day One: The Lifebringer's Dawn**

In the pristine void of the cosmos, where silence reigned supreme, Yr'elith stirred. Her eyes, luminous as the dawn, gazed upon the void. With a whisper soft as the first spring breeze, she breathed life into the barren expanse. Verdant tendrils unfurled, forests whispered into existence, and meadows bloomed under an unseen sun. On this sacred day, the very essence of life was kindled. The first souls, like dewdrops in the dawn, began their eternal dance across the canvas of time, each a spark of pure, unmarred spirit.

### **Day Two: The Nightstalker's Veil**

As the embers of the first day dimmed, the cosmos awaited its next architect. Mog'dura, with a cloak woven from the fabric of the night, enveloped the world in a shroud of stars and shadows. In his realm, dreams took wing—lands where souls could wander amidst hopes and fears, a tapestry where the depths of being were mirrored and explored. The night sky, now a vault of infinite mysteries, beckoned the souls to seek beyond the veil.

### **Day Three: The Whispering Abyss's Enigma**

With the new dawn, Sis'ithra, veiled in mystery, whispered her secrets into the world's hidden crevices. She crafted enigmas and riddles, weaving a tapestry of the unknown that beckoned the curious and the brave. In her act, the flame of creativity was born and with it Aether, igniting a relentless pursuit of knowledge and discovery in every soul, driving them towards the unfathomable.

### **Day Four: The Tidecaller's Symphony**

The fourth day heralded the arrival of Lyr'vera, her essence as fluid as the seas she conjured. With a symphony of waves, she sculpted the oceans. Her tides, rhythmic and soothing, set a cadence to the world. Her tempests painted a tapestry of emotions—calm and fury, teaching souls about harmony and the inevitable cycles of existence.

### **Day Five: The Earthshaper's Canvas**

On the fifth day, Thul'agan, with hands as strong as the ages, shaped the earth. His chisel carved valleys, and his hands raised mountains. The earth became a canvas, etched with his grand design—a sanctuary for wandering souls, a realm to love, toil, and etch their memories into the stone of time.

### **Day Six: The Flamekeeper's Blaze**

The sixth day awakened to Ith'nara's fiery gaze. With a flicker and a spark, she ignited the first flame. Its dance was mesmerizing—a testament to the dualities of existence. The souls watched, learning of transformation, of the end that precedes a beginning, and of passion that can both create and consume.

### **Day Seven: The Windweaver's Breath**

As the final day dawned, Vor'zel breathed life into the skies. His breath filled the world with ever-shifting winds and marked the passage of time. Souls learned of life's impermanence, the fleeting beauty of the now, and the gentle whispers of what was yet to come.

### The Veil of Oblivion

In the twilight hours of the First World, a profound stillness whispered across the cosmos. The Primordials, those ancient architects who had woven the tapestry of existence, did not simply vanish at the completion of their work. For a time, they walked among their creations, guiding and nurturing the burgeoning life they had brought into being.

In those early days, the Primordials were revered, their presence a tangible force in the everyday lives of the world's inhabitants. They shaped cultures, imparted wisdom, and were integral to the growth of civilizations. Their influence was as direct as it was profound, and their teachings laid the foundations for the world’s future.

However, as time marched on, the fabric of reality was irrevocably altered by an event shrouded in mystery and awe. This cataclysm, born from mortals yearning to reach beyond their grasp, to touch the divine, rippled through the very essence of all things. In the wake of this upheaval, new forces, enigmatic and powerful, rose to prominence, reshaping the destiny of the cosmos.

The Primordials, once guardians and mentors to their creations, found their existence and memory fading, slowly rewritten by the very hands they had crafted. No, their lost was not a vanishing, but a profound and solemn fade.

Today, Astraeon exists under the subtle yet omnipresent influence of these ancient deities. Their legacy lingers in the world, their stories reduced to whispers on the wind, deeply felt but veiled in the mists of time. The genesis of souls, the flow of time, the spark of life and creativity – these enduring gifts are the only remnants of their existence.