Reveria.

It once was a land of peace, magic, and dreams. Once, when things were different.

The moon once shone down on the people of Reveria, lighting their dream-filled nights.

But now the sky is empty, devoid of any of the once comforting, silver shimmering light.

The land called for a hero. He arose from his uneasy sleep of nightmares and peculiarities and answered the call. He entered the world of Reverian Lives, choosing a needle and thread over an axe. A sword over a bow. Hopes and dreams over selfish desires.

But in the end, when the last lights faded, this hero was not victorious. He came so far, ignited the dreams of many people, yet in the end... it was not enough.

Now, thirty years later, people live in a world forever bathed in darkness. Where daylight is but a distant memory for those who still remember it. They still remember the hero and everything he did, how hard he tried to stop this. But what is done is done.

But wait...

Is that...

It seems the land may be calling out to a new hero. One that drags her feet to her home right now...

Maybe the destruction of Reveria has yet to be reversed. Only time will tell...

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