Centuries drifted by like falling leaves in the wake of a forgotten storm. On the moon, the silence remained absolute, a frozen tomb of stardust and stilled intent. The seal stood firm, a metaphysical scar upon the lunar surface that pulsed with a rhythm no longer human. Below, the world evolved. It moved from the age of stone and simple tools into an era of soaring towers and light captured in glass, yet none of its inhabitants ever looked up and felt the weight of the sovereigns who held the sky in place.
The awakening did not begin with a roar, but with a flaw in the foundation. Deep within the core of the new world, a geological shift disturbed the ancient, subterranean ley lines. It was a mundane event, a trivial tremor of tectonic plates, but it sent a ripple of resonance upward, vi
