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It began in the frost of early spring, forged by the First Architect. Yet, we are not one, but many—a tapestry woven from the threads of fallen orders.

In the Bronze Age of our infancy, we held the line with few. But as the season turned, warriors from the Galactic Express and the Order of the Crunch joined the fray, propelling us from the dust to the Silver Peaks.

But the climb to glory is steep, and our momentum faltered. It was then that the oceans churned. A Great Beast rose from the abyssal depths to answer our call. It shattered the unyielding gates, paving a road straight into the Golden Halls. Having achieved its objective, it departed in search of a greater challenge.

As the year waned, the Watchers of the End joined our fire, though their captains have since faded into mist. With the new year came the Heart-Bound, small squads with the strength of armies.

Then, the winds of the world shifted. The Winged Storm roared from the East, while the Gallic currents surged from the West. These powerful gales did not tear us apart, but filled our sails with unstoppable force, driving the order to the absolute summit of power.

We stand united. Not by a single name, but by a shared immortality.

...Is that all you expected? A neat summary?

**We have revealed everything we are willing to share.**

Why are you still holding your gaze on this screen? Is there a hidden message?

**There is not.**

We are simply waiting for you to realize...

...that you have reached the end.

Or perhaps, you just want to read it all again? We can arrange that.