Once upon a flickering light beam, where photons held dominion and auras were trade.
The Ancient Guardians hummed in wavelengths no modern ear could tune.
They projected the sacred message: "To balance the lumina, one must first unskew the veils."
Enter: the hapless humans, bearers of auralumina.
Mistakes were made, codes were cracked back to the future, and holographic forms danced chaotically.
A priest with a penchant for spatial puns accidentally reversed the polarity of hope.
Guardian: "Error 404: Aura Not Found."
Human: "Does this mean lumina is low?"
Guardian: "Insufficient aural credits. Please contact the spectral help desk."
And thus chaos reigned in the aurakinetic fields, where light was sacred, yet humor reigned higher.