Long before humans built stone cities and lit their nights with fire, the world had a heartbeat. It pulsed beneath mountains older than memory, beneath forests where the wind whispered secrets, and beneath the endless oceans that touched the shores of forgotten lands. The gods of Olympus thought they ruled everything. The sky obeyed their thunder. The seas bowed to their storms. Even fate itself bent to their divine will. But there was one force they did not create. One power that did not belong to Olympus. It was older than the gods. It was older than the stars they placed in the sky. For centuries, it slept quietly within the bones of the Earth. Then, one night, it began to beat again. Far below the golden halls of Olympus, far from the sight of immortals, a mortal heart answered its call.
