For reasons that remain hidden within the mists of time, our world underwent a cataclysmic fracture almost a milennea ago. While the precise causes of this event elude our grasp, the repercussions are unmistakably etched into the fabric of our present reality. This rupture in the continuum of history has left us with a legacy of questions, shadows of a past that was once whole.
As we stand on the edge of understanding, peering into the abyss left by this ancient disaster, it becomes increasingly clear that the keys to our future may well lie in unraveling the mysteries of the forgotten age.
In our quest for knowledge, we are not solely archaeologists of time but seekers of a path forward, striving to piece together the puzzles of our shattered world.
We make our way through the skies using old technology, not nearly as impressive as it once was. Finding and using what's left from the past is essential for our survival.
Our journey is daunting, yet it invites us with the promise of insight into the very foundation of our existence and the hope of restoring a semblance of the unity that was lost. Thus, we continue, driven by curiosity and the ever-present awareness that understanding our past is indispensable to navigating our future.
Although consigned to oblivion, the scars of the cataclysm that fragmented our world remain unmistakably visible. Where continents once boasted breathtaking landscapes teeming with life, separated by vast oceans, now only bits of landmass emerge from seas of warm, poisonous mist—our planet's waters having vanished, their essence merging with heavy metallic vapors.
It is clear that our planet's crust shattered by some seismic event, and was consumed with its waters by the mantle. The verdant vibrancy and myriad forms of life that flourished alongside the oceans dissipated in the upheaval.
Amidst the expansive seas of mist, one can stumble upon the relics of what were once magnificent skyward cities. These wonders now resemble drifting isles intricately dressed in foliage, their former glory obscured, rendering their original grandeur nearly indiscernible.
The most formidable threats in these reshaped heavens stem not only from the elements themselves butalso from marauders and pirates who navigate the mists, perpetually in search of treasures and captives.
Navigating these treacherous skies demands exceptional skills and equipment; without them, one is assuredly destined for ruin.
In the vastness above, where we chart our courses through the skies, an ancient signal persists, a beacon from 856 years ago. It narrates the catastrophic events that led to the downfall of the civilization we once knew.
At precise fifteen-minute intervals, the airwaves carry a haunting plea for salvation from a man witnessing the collapse of his world—our ancestral past. This signal emanates from a location steeped in history, once celebrated as "Sector 4, the Imperial Faculty of Medical Sciences," now identifiable only by its coordinates 37.9838°N, 23.7275°E.
This broadcast, often misconstrued as a divine proclamation, has cast those who grasp its true meaning into the shadows, branded as heretics by the misinformed. Hidden amongst the clouds, across treacherous lands and amidst the remnants of sky-high ruins, lie other messages, each encrypted with care to ward off the unworthy and invite only the most dedicated seekers of truth.
These cryptic messages, many penned by the same voice behind the Sector 4 distress call, serve as breadcrumbs in the aftermath of our world's fragmentation. They are not merely echoes of the past but are beacons lighting the path to our future, meticulously laid out by a guardian of knowledge stretching across the ruins of time and space.
Yet, the linchpin to deciphering these enigmatic transmissions remains the original broadcast from 37.9838°N, 23.7275°E. Today, where majestic structures once stood, only the skeletal remains of eroded cliffs and ancient debris linger, marking the grave of "Sector 4".
