There was a time before time,
Before glyph or god or gate.
When magic was not spoken, but remembered.
When the Void had no name—only hunger.
They sealed it once.
Seven hands, seven paths, seven sparks in the dark.
But the seals fray. The echoes stir.
And now, once more, the world calls out for those who do not belong.
One by one, they arrive.
Not chosen.
Not destined.
Just… here.
The first among them seeks only knowledge.
But what he finds
will unmake everything.