In the depths of a forgotten universe, where the silence of stars heavy with unshed lightness could be felt in the marrow of consciousness. Here lay the idle roads of Avigness, where cosmic dust settles like gentle rain, tracing the forgotten lines of defiance against the tides of time.
It was whispered among the ancient tree-spirits, guardians of realms, that once the winds bore tales of rebellion, laughter, and song amongst the glimmers of celestial bodies. But silence had woven its mantle too tightly in seasons long past, and now, only the semblance of those songs perished in echoes could be suspected.
As moon-phases turned upon the obelisks of Pherish, three wanderers stepped from the shadows cast by omnipresent twilight. They were woven from threads of every star, embers of lost constellations manifesting in forms each once familiar and alien. Their names carried within each particle of their being; Aelor, the Seer; Myridian, the Weaver; and Kaelios, the Dream-Bearer.
Curiosity intermingled with purpose drew them to the crumbling edifice known only as 'Lost Defiance'. Twas here magic had morphed into relics, fragments of estranged hope woven through cobwebbed memory. Their path was illuminated not by light, but by understanding: a shared belief in what could be reignited from celestial remnants.
Beneath the cosmic tapestry flickered possibility; shadows pirouetted upon whispers carried from lengths untold, a tapestry embroidered with astral hues—the land itself awoke, a symphony of forgotten reverberations.
In this sublime dance, realities converged, and the soil felt warm with stories yearning to surface—a saga penned in stardust and void, awaiting the touch of beings as transcendent as its origins.