The air itself hums with a resonance, a fractured melody born from the heart of the Obsidian Bloom. It is a place unbound by time, a nexus of potential and consequence, woven into the very fabric of existence by the echoes of a forgotten god. Llewellyn Exult, the Weaver of Moments, was not born, but assembled – a confluence of fragmented memories, desperate prayers, and the shimmering residue of choices made and unmade.
For centuries, the Bloom pulsed, drawing in the weight of reality. It wasn't a beautiful thing, not in the conventional sense. Rather, it resembled a colossal, petrified heart, its surface covered in intricate glyphs that shifted and writhed with an internal light. These glyphs – the Exult Glyphs – are the key; they are the conduits through which Llewellyn can manipulate the delicate threads of causality. He doesn't *control* time; he *guides* it, nudging it along paths of least resistance, always mindful of the Grand Paradox – the immutable truth that any alteration, however small, creates a cascade of unforeseen repercussions.
“The past is not a river to be crossed, but a bedrock beneath your feet. Disturb it, and the mountains will crumble.” – Llewellyn Exult, Chronicle Entry 78.
The following entries are compiled from the fragmented scrolls recovered from the Vault of Reflections, a chamber perpetually shrouded in twilight, where the echoes of Llewellyn’s actions manifest as shimmering projections.
Cycle of the Crimson Moon - Year 347
An incident involving a minor temporal displacement – a merchant from the 18th Century found himself inexplicably arguing with a group of sentient fungi regarding the merits of industrialization. The Bloom’s influence is… unpredictable. Mitigated with a carefully orchestrated illusion of a collapsing star, restoring order with a disconcerting lack of explanation. The Grand Paradox remains stubbornly resistant to logical solutions.
Cycle of the Azure Dawn - Year 612
Llewellyn attempted to prevent the signing of the Treaty of Silent Stars, a pact that, according to the projections, would ultimately lead to the rise of the Shadow Lords. He succeeded, but the resulting timeline fractured into a thousand possibilities, each more chaotic than the last. He realized, with a chilling clarity, that some events, however terrible, *must* occur. The universe possesses a morbid sense of balance, and interfering with it is akin to arguing with a storm.
Cycle of the Obsidian Tear - Year 918
A profound and unsettling discovery: the Bloom isn't merely *reacting* to timelines; it’s actively *creating* them. The glyphs shift with increasing urgency, as if the Bloom itself is attempting to impose its own narrative upon reality. Llewellyn suspects a parasitic intelligence resides within the Bloom, subtly guiding his actions, pushing him towards a predetermined – and terrifying – conclusion.
Llewellyn’s existence is predicated on the inherent contradictions of time. He is both a guardian and a disruptor, a shepherd and a wolf. He strives to maintain the integrity of the timeline, yet his very actions threaten to unravel it. He is trapped in a recursive loop, endlessly correcting errors while simultaneously creating them. His purpose, if he even has one, remains shrouded in the swirling mists of the Obsidian Bloom.
The Grand Paradox weighs heavily upon him, a constant reminder of his limitations. He understands that true understanding is impossible; that the pursuit of knowledge is, in itself, a destructive force. Yet, he continues to weave, to guide, to influence... driven by a compulsion he cannot comprehend, a faint echo of a forgotten intention.
“To know is to destroy. To change is to create chaos. To *not* change is to invite oblivion.” – Llewellyn Exult, Unattributed Chronicle Fragment.