When the world was young before the gods had names and before mortals had dreams temuair was a whisper. Not a place or a time just potential. The aosda were the first to walk its soil. They didnt build cities or write laws They listened They watchedthe stars and spoke to rivers. They found Kadath the realm of the gods and tried to understand it. But Kadath didnt give answers it gave madness. The aosda faded leaving behind only fragments of wisdom and warnings carved into stone.

Then came the Tuatha de Danaan. If the aosda wer silence the Danaan were song. They named the land Temuair Earth Sea and built HyBrasyl a city of light and learning. Magic was not a toll there it was a language. Lanterns floated without flame. Trees whispered secrets. The stars felt closer then.

But paradise is fragile. The priest of HyBrasyl grew hungry not for food but for truth. They reach toward Kadath again not with reverence but with arrogance. and somthing answered.   

Chadul