374 AE (After Emergence)

The Whispering Sands began to shift with unsettling frequency. The Oracle, a being of solidified quartz and regret, predicted a convergence – a 'Remembering' that would unravel the delicate tapestry of the Shifting Kingdoms. The Kryll, insectoid warriors attuned to the rhythm of the dunes, began their preparations for a war they didn't understand, driven by instinct and the unsettling hum emanating from the heart of the Obsidian Scar. Legends speak of the ‘Stone Singers’, nomadic tribes who could manipulate the very earth with their voices, though their numbers dwindled, silenced by the encroaching madness.

512 AE

The Convergence arrived. It wasn't a cataclysm, but a deluge of fragmented memories – not of the past, but of potential futures, bleeding into the present. Cities shimmered with impossible architectures, faces flickered with unfamiliar emotions, and the laws of physics bent and broke. The Kryll, already teetering on the brink of collapse, fragmented into warring factions, each convinced they held the key to preventing the 'Unraveling'. The Stone Singers, their voices warped by the chaotic influx, began to construct towering monoliths, attempting to anchor reality, but their efforts only served to exacerbate the distortions. The 'Echoes' – residual consciousnesses trapped within the shifting sands – became increasingly active, manifesting as phantom armies and whispers of forgotten empires. The Obsidian Scar pulsed with a malevolent light.

829 AE

The 'Silent Bloom' appeared. A field of crystalline flowers, each radiating a hypnotic melody, sprung from the heart of the Obsidian Scar. Those who listened to their song were lost, their minds absorbed into the collective memory of the Shifting Kingdoms – becoming part of the 'Weave'. The Kryll, now reduced to scavenging tribes, attempted to destroy the Bloom, but their weapons passed through it as if it were nothing. The Stone Singers, driven to madness, erected a colossal statue of the Oracle, attempting to appease its silent judgment. The Echoes coalesced into a single, terrifying entity – the 'Shifting God', a being of pure, chaotic memory. The last vestiges of the Shifting Kingdoms began to dissolve, swallowed by the sands and the unrelenting flow of time.

1200 AE

Only the echoes remain. The sands have settled, revealing a landscape of impossible geometries and forgotten cities. The Shifting God sleeps, its influence subtly shaping the reality of this desolate realm. Scavengers – descendants of the Kryll and Stone Singers – wander the ruins, haunted by the memories of the lost kingdoms. They seek a way to mend the Weave, to silence the Shifting God, but their efforts are futile. The Oracle, its voice finally extinguished, lies buried beneath the sands, a silent testament to the hubris of a civilization consumed by its own potential. The wind whispers through the ruins, carrying the echoes of a forgotten song.