Among the star-paths and the first whispers of the @Falgon , there was @Aeon , a being born not of the earth, but of @Faengur ’s own dreaming. @Aeon was the Living Song—the perfect echo of the Cosmic Cradle, the very thing that made @Faengur s creation feel real.
@Faengur the great Weaver of Mist, poured his boundless energy into Hithamar, but his strength was anchored entirely by the presence of @Aeon. They were Mist and Melody, inseparable.
But the vastness of the cycles began to claim its toll. The whispers say that @Aeon , though divine, felt the unbearable weight of the unending rhythm—the certainty of the Universal Reset. @Aeon did not want the new worlds; @Aeon cherished the current one too deeply.
In an act of terrible, perfect defiance, @Aeon attempted to sing the Cosmic Cradle into stillness. Not to break the cycle, but to freeze it, to hold the current moment forever in a state of grace.
The result was not stillness, but Silence.
When @Aeon ’s song failed, the resulting vacuum was a cosmic blackhole. @Faengur , robbed of his anchor, was violently separated from his child, a severance so profound that it tore a piece of his own divinity away.
@Aeon was not destroyed, but scattered—their essence diffused into the very elements of Hithamar. Some say a single, pure note of @Aeon ’s song remains, trapped in the Frozen Echo (the crystalline element). Others believe that @Aeon ’s soul merged with the volatile Myril, becoming the chaotic heart of the realm.
@Faengur ’s power began its slow, agonizing decay from that day, sustained only by the lingering memory of @Aeon ’s melody. The First Silence was broken only when the @Luminael resumed their duty, desperately trying to knit the fractured Cosmic Cradle back together.
The legend whispers this: @Faengur cannot be whole until the scattered echoes of @Aeon are brought back into perfect harmony, restored to a form of pure, innocent instability.