In order to move forward it is imperative to determine cause, effect, and inevitability. Be it a mistake, a genocide in tradgedy, or a miracle manifest. Learning to accept what has been done, and finding the strength to push onwards towards the fleeting light that might threaten the collective into darkness. Chasing better circumstance is a positive curse let loose on creatures of intelligence, as it might just lead you astray by the accident of a false belief. Corruption will always be present, and it is the task of the shining to help a way beyond it. A coexistence must be met. Balance, as is the natural course of all things. Continue to acknowledge hope, as we are all doing the best that we possibly can with the experiences we must currently endure. Let it take up residence eternally in the back of our mind’s eye, and remember not all we have yet to experience is so black and white as good and evil, life or death. Intricately curious, as either side of the ribbons we remain.

Before this story became long and tall, before its roots spread far beyond the realm containing the physical. Predating the light that first touched the forms of our earliest ancestors. The Celestials had awoken, most of whom charged with adding texture to the multitude of planes glued together through the woven ribbons that separated each one. Some were to bring the good things that would help in the beauty of existence. Others were tasked with sprinkling in the bad things. Things that like to lie just out of sight. Some that wait for darkness to fall. Monstrosities evolved from tar centralised in the darkness itself. As light and dark needed each other’s contrast, so too did good with bad. This collaborative creation gave the Celestials an overwhelming pride, a pride that only gave their existence further vigour. There was one however, who didn’t find satisfaction in doing positive, nor doing that of negative. They wanted not only clear and distinctive contrast, but a race who would worship them for eternity in thanks, long after their existence dwindles into the tens. This fatalistic will would cause the first Celestial marking, creating an isolated rift between the two sides. Realising both the Fae and the Wayfinders.

The Fae were one of the races left at the very beginning, a template laying in wait for the Celestials to shape as they saw fit. Unlike the many thousands of those gifted with intelligence. Those given the free will to forge their own paths in the universe. The Fae were refined as a collaboration between the whole Celestial body. As what they were was found in the origins of their living code, the who they were manifested itself slowly through debate and passionate care. Time was not thought of in that early period, as it had yet to become a governing force used by the inhabitants of the universal collective. Let’s just say, it took nearly a whole cycle to fully determine the rules, factors, facets, and overall purpose of the Fae. None had as much deliberation and debate placed into their realisation. Allowed to wake earlier than many of the other intelligents, and refined with a clean slate of love and care for the painted world. They become known as ‘Fae’ or ‘Faery Folk’, and their purpose manifest into guiding the universe when the Celestial body finally decided to rest. Some of the skill they had was passed to them by the Celestials, while much was left for them to discover on their own. Masterpieces were made, elevating their race beyond the expectation of their collaborators. It was a period of wondrous discovery, peace, and gratitude. The blessed magical ability of the Faeries come to rival the creations of some of the Celestial body. Both sides were thankful, without arrogance, never overstepping their bounds with any need.

For two cycles the Celestial body watched and tweaked their creations. Long enough for some to disappear. Short lived as they were, it would only serve as a necessity for other races in reaching the status of a civilisation. The intellect of those with formative will weren’t enough for all to reach an advanced existence, and only some would touch the stars on their watch. The Fae would continue their task of guiding lifeforms with tender care. Passing around some of their magical knowledge and ideals of living, while rejecting their worship by some cultures as gods. Overall, in an individualistic sense, none as a whole were thought of as unhappy beyond the parameters of each home planet. By the end of the two cycles, the Celestials decided to rest, eager to see what would become of their creations in their slumber. The Fae were entrusted with the Touch Stones. Used to traverse the ribbons that made up the barriers between universes. They were to stand watch over the multiverse known as Lamina.

It was at this moment, a second race was found. Left as the Fae were so long ago, ready to be shaped. A Celestial remained behind after discovering these blank slates. He claimed to be finishing up a project of sorts and stayed, intent on a self inflicted insomnia, knowing exactly what he was going to craft. Finally he had found a task worthy of him. The Fae were created to keep order and to shepherd the races of Lamina into a harmonious beauty. What our black sheep of a Celestial decided to create was something to disrupt order, to create ripples in the pool, hoping they turn to waves that might destroy the masterpiece as it stood.

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By Fae understanding, this rogue Celestial was putting the finishing touches on the flora of a particular astral body. He retreated into the dark reaches of a universe. It took half a rotation before he made himself known again. With him came a new planet and race. They resembled humans in every possible aspect. To the Fae’s understanding, humans they were, and humans were all that they’d be. Curious, they had created an advanced society in a quarter of the time it had taken all others. This factor was very quickly brushed aside, as the Fae became very intrigued but not yet suspicious. The Celestial named them Wayfinders, and their planet Jyetsere. They were quick to absorb the knowledge presented by the Fae, and as such, they were allowed to exist within Lamina. Thereby unlocking their independence, as well as something the Fae had overlooked. The Wayfinders became able to ignore all existing knowledge in the interest of travel. Simply put, they were able to accurately traverse planets and dimensions. The Wayfinders called it Freefalling, and through this they were able to disrupt the still fragile multiverse by way of their intrusive adventuring.

The Fae were surprised, as even they hadn’t perfected teleportation until the greater Celestial body entrusted them with the Touch Stones before their slumber. This was the moment that caused the Celestials to stir. The Wayfinders had a wonderful ability in their Freefalls, but suddenly individuals started to disappear. Slowly at first, until a planet saw several explosions described as blue light, leaving almost nothing in the zones of their activity. The Wayfinders were exploding. This was something that the rogue Celestial didn’t intend, but upon realisation only laughed and lay in watch. This was his perfect outcome in making Lamina interesting again. He had reached his goal much sooner than anticipated. The entire Celestial body were awoken by the Fae, now doing their best to contain the Wayfinders to their home planet Jyetsere, so that no more innocents were hurt. The Wayfinders had declared war upon the Fae, the ones trying to protect everyone and everything all at once. It was a responsibility passed to them by their creators. The Celestial body could no longer save the Fae or Wayfinders from misfortune, but they knew who to seek for the inception of this great unrest. The rogue Celestial became known as Lithium. Exhausted by the accelerated creation of the Wayfinders, having much of his power and essence poured into them, Lithium became captured by the Celestial body. Struck with the first blade, and imprisoned within the cage that held the suns of the original galaxy. The now Marked Celestial was condemned to his prison in exile at the edge of that which currently exists.

Meanwhile, an interdimensional war continued to rage throughout Lamina. A number of Wayfinders found a way around the Fae magic holding them prisoner on their homeworld. Some left the planet entirely, others became vigilantes intent on interfering with any Fae activity. Eventually, enough came together to create a task force charged with putting a stop to the war and ensuring it ended in their favour. So far the Fae had kept a pacifist policy, never killing or harming those involved. They were intent on negotiating a solution. No matter how many they lost, it was imperative that they continued as a neutral force to guide the galaxy. If it had been that simple, the Fae might have succeeded in bringing balance to Lamina once again. The escaped Wayfinders formulated a plan. They had learned a way to trigger (but not stop) the destructive part of their condition. Without any warning, several Wayfinders freefalled their way into the vicinity of the Fae. Those keeping the Wayfinders pinned to the planet. From there, all they did was trigger their own self destruction, obliterating the Fae sustaining the planetary barrier. The explosion showered the planet’s sky in blue light, signalling the restored freedom of the Wayfinders.

When the Fae feel great emotion, it is shared between each and every one of them, with their monarchs working like a catalyst that keeps them connected to one another. A great loss filled the existence of the Fae conscious. They now understood that this will never stop. Not so long as they remained in Lamina. The merciless violence consuming more of their number was too much. Pacifism was no longer a realistic action, and they couldn’t take losing any more of their people. All that was left to try would require a great sacrifice; old magic. Knowledge used to shape the multiverse. They were going to create a new set of ribbons, making a new dimension for them to lay dormant until Lamina needed them again. It would be a place that Wayfinders couldn’t find with their ability alone. In order for this to happen, the Fae queens would have to give something up, something they valued more than anything else. Their connection to their race, and ultimately, each other. They would have to separate and sacrifice their physical forms as they knew them. One remained in the newly made Fae dimension, taking the form of a bryophyte. While the other would create a pocket dimension. A place only accessible if you knew where it was. She created a grove to guide dimensional travellers, and became a cherry tree rooted at the centre of the grove. Both waiting for the reawakening of their people.

Cycles passed, and while they were able to finally become self aware and reduce their impact on Lamina as a whole, they now remain threatened by rumours of Lithium’s escape. Trying to regain the power he lost in their creation. The fate of the Wayfinders rests within the following entries, with a group known as the Reality Rangers. Now the last hope for the multiverse.