Chapter One: The Dawn of Perfection

  In the beginning, there was nothing but pure light. The world of Aeloria was untouched—a place where every bloom sang with joy, where the rivers hummed with ancient melodies, and the sky shimmered with colors that no one had ever witnessed. It was a place of endless possibilities, where time stood still, and the land was perfect. Aeloria was untouched by sin, unblemished and immaculate.

  But as with all things, the purity of Aeloria began to shift.

  Sin entered the world not with the roar of a storm, but with a whisper—small lies, fleeting moments of greed, the faintest cracks in the perfect harmony of existence. It was not the world that changed, but those within it. The people, once innocent and free, grew restless. And so the world began to decay.

  A force of nature, each representing an element of creation. Together, they ruled over Aeloria, striving to hold the delicate balance of the world in their grasp.

  The First One, the Keeper of Time, controlled the oceans and the flow of worlds beyond this one. She wept for the world she had seen through the lens of time, and her tears filled the rivers with life. Her name was Nerissa, the ruler of the seas and the oceans, who cried so often that her tears became rivers, breathing life into every creature she touched.

  The Second One, the Master of Joy, controlled the sun and the light that bathed the world in warmth. His purpose was to spread happiness, to make even the darkest corners of the world smile. He was Helion, the bringer of light, who commanded the sun to shine through even the most oppressive of clouds, ensuring that the world always had a reason to smile.

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  The Third One, the Heart of the Earth, was the protector of nature, bound to the flowers, the trees, and the animals that roamed the land. She spoke to the winds and the roots of the earth, ensuring that life would thrive in every corner of Aeloria. She was Verdanya, the guardian of growth and nature, who kept the balance of life intact with a gentle touch.

  And finally, there was the Fourth One, the Orderly One, the one who believed that the world was fragile and needed to be controlled, that perfection could only be maintained through structure. She imposed a rigid system over Aeloria—every action was calculated, every soul accounted for. Her name was Calyxius, the ruler of order, who could control every soul in existence, but never her own. Her need for control became her prison, and Aeloria fell under her perfectly ordered but lifeless rules of those Four Executives.

  For thousands of years these four rulers shaped the world of Aeloria, each one striving to preserve a pharmony, each believing that they were doing the right thing. But as the centuries passed, their perfect world began to show signs of wear.

  Nerissa’s tears, though they gave life, began to flood the land. Her grief was never-ending, and in her sorrow, she forgot to heal her own soul. Helion's light, though bright, burned too hot, scorching the fields that once flourished under the sun. Verdanya’s protection began to falter; the creatures she watched over started to grow restless, unable to escape the tightening grip of Calyxius' rigid order and perfectionism.

  And Calyxius—though she tried to keep everything under control—couldn't escape the feeling that something was missing. She had created a world of perfect order, but in doing so, she had forgotten to allow it to breathe, to evolve. Everything was too precise, too cold. It was a world of perfect symmetry and flawless structure, but it was empty.

  She lost her mind, when all feared her, she put an end to everything.