Far beyond the veil of common stars, in a vast and a realm untouched by the laws of linear time, lies the world of Elysiar - a plane suspended between collapsing timelines and forgotten gods. Here, the skies bear scars from ancient wars, constellations shift with the emotions of the world, and the land remembers everything: every echo, every betrayal, every truth buried beneath silence. Magic and science are one and the same - not opposites, but reflections. And towering at the heart of it all stands the Chrono Spire, a silent relic said to be older than creation itself, pulsing with the breath of a thousand lost futures.
Note: this was supposed to be part of chapter 1, but instead I made it as a prologue. So I have to do a little remaking the story for chapter 1...