The Null Testament: The Unraveling

The world stands on the edge of unraveling, though most cannot yet name the

doom approaching. Beneath the cycles of divine order, something ancient begins to stir.

I am the awakening void. The sky forgets its own color. People look upward,

lost in the grey void of memory. Time stutters and hours collapse.

The stable cycles of the seasons have begun to warp. Silence grows heavy.

Sound dies in the air, swallowed by the void that devours all meaning.

Divine beings lose coherence. The Testament is unfolding, and the realm

stands on the brink. Memory is your only weapon against erasure.