Direwood Peaks: The Seven Spires Dawn

The Opening Void
In the time before time, before the Seven Spires pierced the heavens and before the Greatpines whispered their ancient songs, there was only the Void. Not darkness, for darkness requires the memory of light. Not silence, for silence needs the echo of sound. It was a realm of pure potential, where even nothingness itself had not yet been defined. Within this timeless expanse, patterns of possibility drifted like thoughts yet unthought. They were the seeds of what would become, though they had no form or substance as we know it. These ethereal threads, finer than the most delicate strands of spider silk, wove themselves into intricate designs that would later echo in the crystalline structure of the Spires…