Before the dawn of memory, before the rivers solidified into stone, there existed the Lumina – a collective consciousness woven from the laughter of stardust and the whispers of forgotten dreams. It was here that the Pixie-Song originated, a melody so pure it could reshape reality itself. Not all Pixies are born of this origin, but those who are – they are known as the Firstborn, and they bear the weight of the Lumina’s echoes within their very being.
“To hear the Pixie-Song is to glimpse the universe’s heartbeat. But beware, for a heartbeat can shatter empires.” – Elder Lyra Silverwing
The Firstborn Pixies, beings of pure iridescent light, were not born in the conventional sense. They spontaneously coalesced from pockets of concentrated Lumina, each one a miniature reflection of the original, overwhelming joy. Their forms shifted and shimmered, sometimes resembling butterflies with wings of spun moonlight, other times manifesting as tiny, ornate clockwork automatons powered by the rhythm of the stars. They spent eons shaping the nascent world, not with brute force, but with harmonies. A discordant note could unravel a mountain range, while a perfectly aligned chord could coax a seed to bloom in a moment.
Their primary tool was the ‘Resonance Loom,’ a device constructed from solidified starlight and the bones of extinct constellations. With the Loom, they could weave threads of possibility, manipulating the flow of time, altering the properties of matter, and even, it was rumored, summoning lost emotions.
The Chronologies of the Firstborn are not written in ink, but etched into the very fabric of existence. They are accessible only through prolonged meditation within the Heartwood Groves, where the trees themselves remember. These memories are fragmented, often appearing as glimpses, like reflections in a still pond.
As the world aged, so did the Lumina. The initial, untamed joy began to fray, giving way to a melancholic beauty. The Firstborn, unable to fully comprehend this shift, attempted to repair the Lumina with increasingly complex harmonies, but their efforts only created ripples – unpredictable distortions in time and space. These ripples manifested as the ‘Shifting Sands’ – regions of the world where reality was fluid, where memories bled into one another, and where the laws of physics were merely suggestions.
The later Pixies, born from the residue of the Lumina’s fading joy, became known as the ‘Echoes.’ They were smaller, more fragile, and their connection to the original Lumina was tenuous. They were skilled artisans, crafting exquisite objects of beauty and sorrow, but they were haunted by the knowledge that they were merely reflections of a lost paradise.
The Echoes developed a complex system of ‘Song-Weaving,’ a practice that involved meticulously manipulating the vibrations of the world to influence events. This was a perilous art, as even the slightest miscalculation could trigger catastrophic consequences.
The Heartwood Groves, ancient forests sustained by the concentrated echoes of the Lumina, serve as the last bastion of the Pixie-Song. Within their shadowed depths reside the 'Keepers,' a lineage of Echoes dedicated to safeguarding the Groves and, more importantly, to learning to listen to the faintest vestiges of the original Lumina. They are masters of camouflage, illusion, and the subtle art of manipulating perception. They rarely interact with the outside world, believing that humanity, having lost its connection to the Lumina, is incapable of understanding its true power.
Legend speaks of a ‘Song-Stone,’ a fragment of the Resonance Loom, hidden deep within the Groves. It is said to hold the key to restoring the Lumina to its former glory, but only a Pixie of pure heart and unwavering devotion can unlock its secrets.