Before the firmament breathed life into legend, man was alone, watching the skies. After the heavens returned man’s gaze, all were fearful, fleeing that which was long sought. Revelation, destruction, and rebirth – a cycle exposed in noble fashion, with light coloring the air in crimson-red hues. It was an unheard of omen bearing unknown consequences. As kingdoms rose, empires fell, and the gods were blamed. Such became normal on Atmos, where the line between reality and dreams had long been blurred.
This is the story of Atmos’s northern continent, just before a period of hardship. An unusual time of peace was preserved despite a bloody history, yet hidden forces rebel against it, vying for power during a critical time of change. As one boy would come to understand, few would be safe from what was to come.
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In a new world, the center of mankind's greatest civilization holds an indispensable gift known as the Dream Engine. This machine holds the records of old in the form of visions that can be shared directly with anyone. All chronicled events can be viewed by anyone who wishes it, but a problem has occurred. The Dream Engine now forces these visions onto people, inserting fragments of antiquity into the dreams of many. Every bestowed experience then disappears from record as if it never existed. Panic ensues, as the valued history of man slips through the fingers of every dreamer in the vicinity. All are encouraged to document and submit what they witness, but the accounts are messy, and an even greater issue has emerged. Within the Dream Engine, there is evidence of sabotage.
The Gods
Rhinesvelt
Helskor
Fear the great fire of merciless might.
Cower before flames of burning hate.
Master of majesties burning white.
At lightning speed, he annihilates.
Fiery phoenix of infinite light,
Deliverer of an ashen fate.
Heed whispers of the roaming shadow.
Flee that which works to absorb all sin.
Sovereign of plight, voice of the hollow.
Drains many a life, deep from within.
One wrong move and nightmares will follow.
His primal essence rends souls at whim.
The Day of
Whispers
Two gods sent to unleash their fury,
Two great plights to decimate life.
Opposites clash as people scurry
Below skies bathed in blood-red light.
Our world now filled with fear and worry,
History stained with whispers of strife.
The Altar
of the Gods
The site said to hold all the answers
Remains a place where few can venture.
Taboo, they say, none daring to go,
Yet every voice desires to know.
There, the Altar of the Gods remains,
Untouched by time’s merciless chains.