Prologue
Every seed begins in the dark

Universes are born of universes, generation after generation.
And all of them are born ready to receive the sparks of life.

Alongside the first stars, other sparks are kindled: the abstracts.
They are made not of matter, but of consciousness.

The eldest are gardeners who have already led many worlds to life.
One day, they gathered around a young star. Her name was Velar.

Around her, dust waited to become a world. Namar.
And they entrusted it to you.
You work no miracles. Like every gardener, you prepare, you calm… and you wait.













