It seems that what we know of humans is mere fantasy, that which we deluded ourselves and spun as truth.
Fate, it seems, drives their actions. They are not actors on a stage, playing out a story – instead, everything is interwoven into one grand narrative, where they share the masks of roles amongst themselves. For one day a man may be a mere farmer, a common person at best, the next he may don the role of the hero and slay a beast plaguing the lands. What we consider to be a fundamental reshaping of our very beings is a simple chapter in the destiny of that human. They freely move between tales as if it were as natural as breathing.
From the humble beginnings of a settler, we forged a path, an expedition through the wilds. We encountered allies and many enemies, some of which were beyond our wildest plays. Through the collapse of the five nodes, we uncovered a great evil and destroyed it.
We are now upon a new adventure, a chapter beyond the tale. I write this to the Sunlit Court, That Which Eternally Shines, to inform that I, along with Martine, the Petal warden, have taken the Rite of Shaping. As per tradition, we send back our fantasies, the Faceless Drifting Child and the Lantern Into the Unknown, and craft our own.
We shall henceforth become,
The Wayfarer of Celestial Directions, and,
The God Eater
It is by our authority that we affirm these to be truths. May they forever be written upon the annals of the Shining Court.
Sybaris & Martine