The Lost of Time

Author's Note: WIP - waiting for features like class skill and lore update “We all die before we are born. Some remember. Most do not. You—you are different. You are awakening.” Dear Traveler, Welcome to Aeturnum, a world stitched together by sorrow, wonder, and a thousand forgotten names. This is not a realm of light and dark, good or evil. This is a world shaped by what you remember, what you forget, and what you are willing to give up to become real again. Aeturnum was born from a question that kept me awake at night: What if our memories were currency? What if our soul was shaped not by what we did—but by what we’ve lost? And from that question came this world, where: Memory fuels magic, trade, and trust. Death is not an ending but the beginning of your name. Emotion can bend reality, forge weapons, and leave scars that whisper. And you—yes, you—might be more than one person, or perhaps less than one, depending on what you find. You may barter your sorrow to cross a memory-bridge. You may fall in love with someone whose name has already been erased. You may discover your own past-life waiting in a vault you swore never to open. Every location breathes: Mountains hum with soul resonance, swamps birth songbound prophets, and cities of glass mirror the names you forget. Every faction is tangled in grief and vision: No clear villains. No perfect heroes. Just philosophies trying to outlive one another. Every class is emotional: You don’t just cast spells or swing swords. You shape memory, wield regret, duel with names, and trap truths inside tattoos and ink. Aeturnum is built for depth. If you like writing layered characters with haunted pasts, uncertain futures, and poetic echoes in every footstep, you’ll feel right at home. This world is meant to linger. In your dreams. In the silence between dialogue. In the quiet moment where a stranger says your name and you feel something… familiar. Aeturnum is not meant to be consumed. It’s meant to be remembered. So take your first breath. Step from the Vaultstream. And begin. — Gazeofdisaster (Or what’s left of me.)