Monahon is not a place, not as you understand it. It’s a fracture, a folding of realities born from the echoes of the Obsidian Bloom. Legend speaks of a time before time, when the universe was a single, pulsating consciousness. Then came the Bloom – a celestial entity of pure, raw emotion, capable of warping the fabric of existence. Its influence, initially benevolent, spiraled into chaos, generating countless realities, each a distorted reflection of the original.
For millennia, individuals known as Cartographers attempted to chart these realities. They weren't explorers in the traditional sense; they were navigators of the subconscious, attempting to establish stable pathways between the fractured dimensions. The most renowned of these was Lyra Vane, a woman said to have glimpsed the architecture of the Bloom itself. Her journals, discovered in the ruins of a forgotten observatory on the planet Xylos-7, are filled with cryptic diagrams and unsettling observations. “The Bloom doesn't understand geometry,” she wrote. “It breathes in circles, in spirals, in the absence of all form.”
“The further one travels, the less one resembles themselves. It is a beautiful, terrifying truth.” – Lyra Vane
The following is a fragmented chronicle, compiled from recovered data streams and the unreliable recollections of those who briefly touched the edges of Monahon. It is presented as a series of ‘Events,’ each a manifestation of the Bloom’s lingering influence.
The most persistent anomaly within Monahon is the ‘Resonance Point’ – a fluctuating nexus of dimensional energy located within the core of the Obsidian Bloom’s influence. It’s a place of immense power and danger, capable of amplifying emotions to catastrophic levels. Attempts to study it have invariably ended in madness or erasure.