Ortruna, one of the earliest planets in the universe, was born just 194 years after the Big Bang. Unlike other celestial bodies, it formed from the chaotic remains of the first stars—primordial matter fused with raw cosmic energy. This unique creation gave rise to an unstable yet awe-inspiring world, where gravity itself wavered, mountains floated in the sky, and rivers carved paths that defied logic.

  For centuries, Ortruna remained lifeless, a planet of untapped potential. Then, after ten to fifteen centuries, the first sentient beings emerged—the Crontions. Unlike any life that followed, the Crontions were beings of pure energy, their bodies shifting in form, shimmering with iridescent colors that reflected their thoughts and emotions. They did not build cities, nor did they need sustenance. Instead, they existed as wandering scholars, embedding their wisdom into the very fabric of Ortruna, passing knowledge through vibrations in the planet’s energy field.

  They were the first rulers of Ortruna, not by power, but by their unparalleled connection to the planet.

  For thousands of years, the Crontions lived in harmony with Ortruna, untouched and undisturbed—until the physical species arrived.

  The first creatures with tangible forms were primitive, unable to understand the Crontions' existence. As they spread across Ortruna, building civilizations and waging wars, they feared the formless entities that moved unseen, whispering in a language beyond comprehension. What was once the Echoes of Wisdom became Whispers of Terror to the growing species.

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  Leaders and warriors of the physical races sought to conquer all that they could see, and the Crontions, existing beyond sight and touch, became an anomaly that had to be erased. They believed the Crontions were spirits of the old world, keeping them from ruling Ortruna completely.

  The physical species devised a way to force the Crontions into material form. By constructing Obelisks of Compression, massive structures capable of altering Ortruna’s energy field, they managed to anchor the Crontions to the physical realm. No longer beings of shifting plasma, the Crontions were now trapped in fragile, mortal bodies—bodies that could be hunted, captured, and destroyed.

  The war was swift. The Crontions, once untouchable, had no means to fight back in their new forms. Within centuries, they were wiped from existence, their once-glorious knowledge lost to time. Their only legacy was a forbidden truth, whispered in secrecy by the oldest races—that before them, before all life on Ortruna, there existed a species greater than any of them, and they were the ones who ended it.

  The Crontions are gone. No ruins, no artifacts, nothing remains—only the stories of those who dare to remember.

  How cruel, cruel of the them....