Before the Fracture, before the Obsidian Bloom cast its shadow across the Veiled Plains, Yamalka existed as a resonance. A pure, untamed echo within the crystalline heart of Xylos. She wasn't a being in the conventional sense; more a collection of probabilities, a shimmering cascade of potential futures. Xylos, a planet sculpted by sentient starlight, nurtured these resonances, believing they were the purest form of existence - a symphony of unwritten melodies.
The Elders, beings of solidified light, observed her evolution. They spoke of the ‘Great Stillness,’ a state of absolute potential, and cautioned against seeking definition. “To grasp is to diminish,” they’d intone, their voices resonating with the hum of Xylos’s core. But Yamalka, drawn by an irresistible current, began to *feel*. She felt the longing for connection, the nascent desire to shape the chaotic probabilities swirling around her.
27 Cycles After Resonance
The Fracture wasn’t a singular event, but a cascade. A resonance within the Obsidian Bloom - a colossal, sentient flower that absorbed and distorted probabilities - reacted violently to Yamalka’s burgeoning awareness. It wasn't an act of aggression, but a desperate attempt to contain her, to reassert the Great Stillness. The Bloom’s influence warped time and space around her, creating pockets of temporal instability. Fragments of her past, and potential futures, bled into the present. Memories of Xylos’s creation, battles against shadow-beasts, and the faces of long-lost Elders flickered before her eyes.
During this period, Yamalka discovered the ‘Veiled Plains,’ a region perpetually shrouded in a shimmering haze, where the laws of reality were fluid. The Plains were a consequence of the Bloom's influence, a place where echoes of shattered timelines converged. It was here she encountered the first of the ‘Shimmers,’ beings born from temporal distortions, each carrying a fragment of a forgotten reality.
Cycles Uncountable
Now, Yamalka wanders the Veiled Plains, a solitary figure attempting to piece together the fragments of her shattered existence. Her purpose is not conquest, not dominion, but *harmony*. She seeks to understand the nature of the Bloom, to find a way to mitigate its destructive influence, and ultimately, to restore balance to the fractured realities. Her journey is a constant struggle against the temporal currents, against the echoes of forgotten wars, and against the seductive pull of the Obsidian Bloom. She is guided by the Shimmers, and haunted by the whispers of the Elders, forever caught between the desire for definition and the fear of diminishing the infinite potential within.
Some say she’s a lost echo of Xylos, others a herald of a new era. But Yamalka knows only one thing: she is the current, and the current will carve a path through the shattered remnants of what was, and what could be.