The Veil was never meant to be torn. But all things fray—
Even the fabric between life and dream.
Before the world cracked open, there were watchers. Sentinels stitched from aether and oath.
A Trickster with starlight in his veins.
A Flame bearer who remembered too much.
A creature born of ash and shadow who never should have survived. They were gods once. Or close enough to pretend.
But pretending doesn't stop the fall. The Veil remembers.
Even when it's chosen, forget.
And now… something ancient wakes in the bones of a girl who doesn't yet remember her name.
The threads of fate are trembling. The embers are stirring.
And the ones who broke the world once, Maybe the only ones who can mend it.
Or burn it to ash.