An Explanation

This is a new nonconsecutive tale written to explain my findings in relation to the events described, as well as ensure loose ends are tied up.

I am the narrator of this tale, and a god who oversees the veil. My job is to watch, to push, and to record any and all events I feel important to keeping the balance of worlds.

In this case, it should be mentioned that while I am capable of reading minds, have power beyond any mortal’s imaginings, and have a sense of sight which allows me a near perfect view of all things, I have neither the interest, nor the time, to explain all things and their contexts in perfect detail. Most details will not be explained unless I either enjoy them, find they contain some sort of factual falsehood worthy of note, or they become relevant to this tale. It should also be mentioned that, by my own personal code, and by the laws of my veil, it is unlikely for me to participate in most events, importance to the readers' biases be damned, and as such any individual reading must not bear grievance unto me for not helping their favored mortals, nor any complaint for confusion they may arrive at by their own clumsy readings without true understanding.

At some points, I may choose not to explain things unless they become truly necessary, even if they may be relevant and helpful at explaining a situation. These points are usually ones where an individual or individuals have a personal secret or past which they may consider shameful or unsafe to share. I choose to respect these cases unless it is either absolutely necessary to preserve some element of ethics within my work.

All tales are written in real time, as I watch them. This is a barely noticeable task, but it does not come perfectly at all times. In my writings, I have developed a habit or two which may appear odd. This is a plight that all writers, especially the mortal ones, find themselves trapped in from time to time. It is an unfortunate fact that we have a hard time falling away from them, irregardless of awareness.

This tale is set on the lesser moon of the hidden realm.

The date of writing, discovery, and events described is roughly‒I unfortunately had a few months busier than usual due to raids by the Titan Brigade on the Spirit Hold, and as such may be a month or two off from my estimate–two thousand two hundred years with fourteen days on the hidden realm’s calendar since my birth. To ensure the estimate is as accurate as possible, I invoke my brother, King of the Gods, and my sister, Goddess of Time. Their ages at time of writing was three thousand, six years with forty seven days, and three hundred, six years with ninety seven days, respectively, on the hidden realm’s calendar.

My reasoning for recording this information is a curious energy surge I felt, from which no source could be found.