Silken Dreams

∙ • Silken Dreams • ∙

∙ An Uncaring Darkness ∙

Magic is a gift passed down by the hands of fate and one's ancestors. Whether or not one is blessed or cursed by this decision is up to much debate. It is common knowledge that the existence of certain magics in one's blood is unnatural. A terrible thing that was forced into mortal hands by failed demi-gods of the past. Even then, the world has changed and moved along easily. Kingdoms grow, flourish, and fall all due to natural course. Yet, lives still go on. Each being has their own motives and desires. Most of the time none the wiser to the ideals held close by the one standing beside them. Each story is its own, yet all simultaneous. Happening all at once in a sort of cacophony of noise in a world busily churning by with no care for whether or not they're ready. All is happening while the magic of the world is dying. A sickly sort of Darkness engulfing islands and corners of the world. Slowly encroaching towards the center mass where the Heart of Magic is held, supposedly kept safe. Wars rage on, plague, famine, all curses upon the land in their own right. Survival isn't easy, let alone living.