The first world born of the game was a city of whispered stories. It had no name, for its inhabitants had not yet conceived of a world beyond their own. They were the Storytellers, and their reality was woven from the tales they told. Each narrative thread, a new street; each character, a new building; each conflict, a new district. The city grew, not by brick and mortar, but by the ceaseless, imaginative hum of its people. In this world, to be heard was to be real. To be forgotten was to fade into the unwritten margins of the world. A young Storyteller named Elara, gifted with a voice that could make even the stones weep, began to wonder what lay beyond the final page.