Resetum
In the depths of history, before the first flag was ever raised upon the soil, a hidden council gathered beneath the marble floors of a nameless temple. Its members were neither kings nor priests, neither angels nor demons, but the silent overseers of the endless cycles of life upon the boundless flat Earth. They had long known that every civilization, after a fleeting moment of glory, would sink into the dust of greed and ignorance, and only a fire vast enough could forge a new order.
Centuries passed. Empires rose and fell. Yet the council remained patient, crafting their design with the precision of a clockmaker and the cruelty of a surgeon: to ignite a global war, not for victory, but to shatter all borders, drown cities in smoke and silence, and tear open the ancient portals at the edge of the world, gateways binding our realm to endless hidden lands.
These lands, silent and infinite, were home to forgotten civilizations and beings who spoke no tongue of man, who bowed to no law of humankind. The merging of worlds, in the council’s vision, was the only path to the “Age of Integration”, an era where history would be erased, and collective memory returned to zero.
On the twilight of the day when the sky split with a mushroom of fire and the oceans trembled, the portals opened. Lights from beyond reality blinded the eyes, and voices from the other side tore through dreams.
No one knew whether it was the end or the beginning. But in the silence after the blast, one truth endured: every reset carries the seed of the next. And the circle, endless, will turn again.
