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In the beginning, there was only silence.
Not peace — not light — but a silence so vast, it swallowed time itself.
From this silence, the Void whispered.
A murmur at first like breath on ancient stone.
Then louder. Louder. Until stars ignited from its voice, and shadows danced into form.
One by one, the worlds awoke — trembling like newborn flames.
Kingdoms rose from dust. Empires carved in fire and dream.
But all things born of the Void carry its echo.
And every echo must one day return.
They spoke of a Seer — a child born with eyes that mirrored the stars.
Her dreams weaved prophecy. Her voice, feared even by kings.
She saw what others dared not:
A darkness rising not from beyond the sky —
but from within it.
Now, as the last light of the Seventh Age flickers
Her story begins.
