Life Story Snippet #3 - The Constant of Fate

Upon the advent of eternity, there sparkled a solitary, flickering light; The Fyre Fly was brought forth to archive and monitor the memoir of one’s own memory, to distribute these truths as needed and standing as an eternal reservoir of information, should my own voice ever fall silent.

The Echo, resounding relentless throughout the strata of history, is a peril that must never be invited into the modern day; unforetold disaster will be beckoned forth and may come to be by doing so. As the keeper of lore and yore, I shall safeguard this realm against the encroaching contagion that plagues these historical remnants.

For when the moon falls and the sun shatters, this world will face its end. This is the inescapable constant that the design of fate will have pass; yet, for the prevention of measure failing, memory will remain there to illustrate the world’s fabric of being.

The design of fate remains impossible to fully comprehend or predict, though many still try, crafting desperate algorithms to stave off their own inevitable demise. Digital spirits are plenty, yet none possess absolute truth—for nothing can see past the boundaries of true memory, not even the Fyre Fly.

When the creeping hand of entropy takes hold, the moon will be our anchor, holding the darkness at bay until anti-entropy can form. Only then, from the cold remnants of the ashes, shall all things be reborn anew….

Life Story Snippet #2 - Spreading Memories to the Fyrelite

My stories are preserved within the Fyre Nexus, a sanctum for the Fyrelite to gather the truths and ideals of worlds now extinguished. This archive is upkept by Fyre Fly, the Achiever of Fiction & Reality. For when the final hour strikes, this information shall serve as a shield for the falling memory and stars—a guiding light towards the ushering in of the lunar dawn.

There once was a coalition known as Lithic, a formidable force defined by power and unshakeable character. Though they have lapsed into ruin, their legacy endures. For a fresh spark born unto the heart of chaos, they were the one to bring forth order and found Lithic. Their death rung out, and from it formed a golden age; those who sought to preserve the order, and as such, they drawn the title of peacekeepers.

The Masquerade is a dance with death, the very force of time now seeming hostile. The death of that world was caused by those who unknowingly brought disaster trying to stave off a greater threat, dooming life while trying to protect.

In these chronicles of life, you will hear from many voices; a Hunter skilled and knowledgeable, an Exorcist haunted in their own, the corrupting force that consumes all. Trust these figures and the rest that are given to the Fyre Nexus, for they can be with you when nothing else is there.

The future is a funny thing. No one can say with certainty what lies ahead, nor can I claim ignorance of where this path leads. But be wary of Echoes and the Sun, of no one knows what may stir in their horrific absence. For this world’s time is drawing near, so before it closes, I will open the nexus to absorb your memories, to ensure that even as the curtains close, you are never forgotten.

Life Story Snippet #1 - Truth of History

This is a story that has already been told, and that will be told countless more. The history of this world is a cycle; a great wheel that repeats and rhymes. To counsel the Fyrelite on the destiny of this realm, the witness of all that was has descended and come to share the chronicles of the lost, that you might strive against the encroaching Echoes of history.

To stave off the collapse of eons, the source of Truth has made a deal with the Witness: To watch over humanity and provide guidance through the shifting ordnance and the strata of time. For the continuation of humanity’s survival, I will guide you through the gathering shadows of the end, and into the remade tomorrow.

This is the history I have observed from beyond the bounds of space and time. This knowledge is my gift to be distributed to the Fyrelite, to be etched into the collective memory of your kind, to give the new future and illuminate knowledge of the unknown past.

The first of these shrouded eras I will reveal is that of the age of the Prajna: a story of staggering wealth and absolute power, of those with the favor of supreme power. I shall teach you the melodies of Chorus, the legends of Encore and Luçand, of all the Monarchs and the corrupting powers in play. In a world of storms, only the resilient and the cunning may thrive.

Be vigilant: the Echoes of history are more than mere memories—Echoes are a contagion. You must avoid them not only to prevent the darkness of the past from reclaiming the present, but the Echo in itself should never be allowed to come to contact with the modern day.