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The fallen leaves told a story, once.
The embers whispered their tales.
In dregs of blood it was written,
What vagrant souls did preach.
The Elden Lord reforged the ring, and so the lands between were cast in the glow of a Perfect Golden Order.
Lord of Hollows usurped the flame, and granted hollows their sanctuary.
The Last Hunter kneeled before the moon, and was sworn as its new keeper.
The Slayer of Demons lulled the old one to slumber, leaving her maiden behind.
And so it came to pass, that four ages ended.
But the gods were not content. Four times the world has been made, and four times have they not received their answer.
What is that which drives?
What is that which allows the world anew?
What is the flaw that causes inevitable decay?
Perhaps…
Perhaps allowing these worlds to continue further might yield… more interesting information.
But all four… no, that would be too much to process. One at a time.
But which?
All four at once cannot stand alone. They lack the strength, lack the numbers.
Together, then. A conflux, a convergence.
Four to one, else come undone. It is settled then. Let a hollowed sun rise o’er a new, convalescent world.