Of Realms and Orbs

At some point in infinity, there existed a being that was the amalgamation of eternity and time. From this being came a singular act — a forging within itself of two realms, conceived in the breathless stretch of the everlasting.

Thus was born the First Realm, Khayran, the realm of origin, home to the Kairos and the Eons. Designed by the Constructs and governed by immutable laws, Khayran became the sacred cradle of cosmic order.

In accordance with the being's intent, Khayran gave rise to the Second Realm — Omnion — the first omniverse, embedded in the genomic lattice of the eternal one. The fate of Omnion would be forever bound to the fate of the eternal structure itself.

To populate and sustain Omnion, the being gifted a divine system known as the Kairos Cycle — an ancient order by which the line of Khaiden would be chosen from among the Kairos. These beings shaped each universe from the sands of eternity, relinquishing their creations in the form of living orbs — Orbs of Eternity — windows into the universes they had birthed.

Each orb was entrusted to a guardian from a higher race: the Eons — Riders of Khayran, beings of unfathomable honor, forged for service and sacrifice. Under the command of their sovereign, Aeon of the Eons, they vowed to protect the Orbs while the Kairos entered the Zenith Swoon, a slumber of ascension through which their true nature would emerge.

A pact was sealed — not merely in words, but in fire. This living covenant bound the Kairos and the Eons in mutual duty, awaiting only the Kaira — the destined era — for its seal to be tested.

Omnion flourished. Species emerged from sand, sky, and silence. Of these, two rose to dominate: the Entities, structured beings of great ambition and vision; and the Rumen, wild-born warriors of fire and instinct. The universes multiplied, forming multiverses within the omniverse. New clans were born. Some ruled with structure; others thrived in chaos. Some held no rulers at all.

But then came the rupture.

One young Kairos, on the verge of her Zenith Swoon, discovered a flaw in the orb she had relinquished. She sought to recover it — not to destroy, but to amend. Yet her pleas fell on deaf ears. The proud Eon who guarded the orb refused, unwilling to surrender what he now deemed a unique treasure. She warned of the consequences. He ignored them.

Unable to defy the ancient code, she withdrew — vowing to return, empowered by ascension, to reclaim the orb and right her creation.

And so, the divisions began.

The smaller formed the larger. Omnion fractured into territories — four at first, then five. Entities and Rumen alike evolved, some forming monarchies, others republics. Wars erupted. Alliances formed. The Orbs pulsed quietly in the First Realm, each a seed of both potential and peril.

Some universes remained leaderless. Others fell into darkness. A few rose toward Synchrony, seeking unity, orb, and eternal sands in balance.

This... is how Omnion was born.