Visions of a Broken World -- A Vintage Story Server
Finally, it is finished. After countless moons of cradling this fragile world within the shadow of my wings, bathed in the influences of my realm through the currents of the celestial abyss. It is ready to know the first kiss of mortal footsteps after countless centuries of ruin. Throughout my long immortal life as the Reincarnate, I have seen many a world fall to Entropy. The great collapse, the fracturing of nature's law and order, and the descent of the world itself into madness, corruption, and nightmare. A collapse the celestials have long fought to prevent, lost our lives attempting to circumvent, and I have seen the stars of my fellow court be passed on to new inheritors with each pained failure. For what is lost to Entropy, can never be recovered. Civilizations, mortals, flora, fauna, entire realms -- gone, never to be salvaged, or remembered. Or so we thought, or so is our current understanding... But is it the truth? Thus, in my flight across the sunless expanse did I question as I happened upon the husk of a world long lost to Entropy. One, where mortals never even whispered our names -- much less earned our eyes, our intervention, before it was too late. Yet among the dust of rust, rot, and ash did I find nature herself... healing. Trees, lush grasses, and even animals roamed where the ruins of mortal kind had been left to the annals of history. Their legacy rotting and studied only by the spiders clinging to the corners of their old homes. A fact, that by our understanding should be impossible. Yet here, against all odds, nature endured and has begun to start again as if it's own soul had been reincarnated from the Ashes of Entropy. Yet, it is not without its scars. I have witnessed how the land shudders as the fabric of reality twists into haunted echoes of its fall. How nightmarish creatures roam its landscape in abominations of rot, metal, and malice. As if the scars left by Entropy throb like a fresh wound, only to ebb, fade, and return to peace once more. Just as a mortal heals from the trauma of the past, I hold onto hope that this land might also recover, but furthermore -- that the story of it's fall, and how it has self-recovered from it's fate lie somewhere in the ruins of the mortals that once lived here. Yet my own attempts to salvage this precious knowledge, have all been snuffed out. Rust and iron fills the air, the very ground is acrid and corrosive to where it burns simply to exist within these violent, intermittent 'storms'. It's poisonous to my kind, but -- there is still perhaps a way... My moths, the mortals of whom I have bonded with and who revere me both as the Reincarnate and as a Guardian Fae. Perhaps they could explore this world, unearth it's truths, and perhaps, even write their own stories into the pages of it's new saga as each day unfolds. While I, with the small piece of the world I have claimed as 'Sanctuary' can be overseen by a choice few allies. To study nature herself, and how her natural order is recovering without mortal influence. Only time will tell what shall come of this 'Grand Experiment', but for now -- this worlds future, is theirs to determine. [With this story, the Vintage Story community Server officially Launches today! Go forth Moths! And write your own story into this long forgotten world!]
