Legend of the Aevens
Gather 'round, travelers, and heed the tale of the Aevens, a race of beings that graced the skies with their splendor thousands of years ago.
Some say the Aevens were not like you or I. Their very skin, they claim, was as smooth and delicate as porcelain, their forms were said to be bathed in an otherworldly light, a reflection of their purity and grace.
But purity, my friends, is the downfall of many. Some whisper that the extinction of the Aevens came at our very own hands, consumed by the fires of our own folly. They speak of sins so grave that even the celestials themselves could not bear witness to them.
Yet, as with all legends, there is a glimmer of truth amidst the shadows. Some say that a few of the Aevens still linger in the world, hidden from the prying eyes of mankind. They slumber, stashed away by their people in a desperate attempt at saving their dying race.
So heed these words, my friends, and let the legend of the Aevens linger in your hearts. For even as their cities fade into myth, their legacy endures, a beacon of purity in our cold, dead world.
