🌌 WELCOME TO AURALYTH

Once, there was Auralyth—a realm shaped by dreams, where emotion forged the laws of reality and every whispered song held power.

But that age is gone.

From the trench of the endless sea rose The Abyss, a sentient force that devours feeling, fractures memory, and silences the soul. At its center, a hollow god awakened:

The Revenant.

Crowned in guilt and cloaked in grief, the Revenant birthed a new world—one forged in shadow and silence. He harvested the energy of Kova, the Sun Warrior, to blacken the skies and plunge Auralyth into a suffocating night.

This cursed realm is now called:
The Withervoid.

Where dreams once bloomed, silence now reigns.
Where emotion once gave shape, emptiness corrodes.
And from the depths of the Abyss, his army rose—
The Emptyborn.

Creatures twisted by void magic. Echoes of lost souls.
Once dream-spirits and memories—now remade into silence-born horrors, blindly loyal to the Revenant’s will.

🌙 LUNA: THE MOON MAGE

Each night, Luna awakens with bleeding memories and a mind tangled in shadows.

Cursed by a sickness he cannot name, he drifts between nightmare and vision, haunted by something he once was.

His sanctuary lies in a realm-between-realms—the Moon Haven, a flickering tear in the void, where music still dares to echo.

He asks himself with every waking:
Why do I bleed this way?

But deep within, he carries the last threads of moonlight.
And the world still trembles at its glow.

☀️ KOVA: THE SUN WARRIOR

She first appeared in Luna’s dreams—too fierce to be forgotten, too bright to ignore.

Kova wields a flame born of stars, a blade forged in defiance. But when torn from Luna, her strength fades… and so does the sun.

Together, they are prophecy.
Apart, they are ruin.
Only united can they ignite a revolution against the void.

🐍 THE SERPENT, THE ABYSS, AND THE EMPTYBORN

The Abyss is not just a place—it is willful hunger.
A force that erases sound, emotion, and truth until only obedience remains.

At its center dwells The Revenant, puppet-king of cold stillness, unable to feel, yet desperate to control what he has lost.

By his side slithers The Serpent—a shapeshifter of shadows, often appearing as Sebetha the Sorceress. Her voice bends dreams into lies. Her forms deceive even the stars.

Together, they forged the Emptyborn—beings of silence, grown in the hollow between songs.

But not even they can extinguish everything.
Because hidden beneath the chaos…
something ancient stirs.

✨ THE AURALIGHT

Some say it’s a dream.
Some say it’s a melody.
All agree: the Revenant fears it.

The Auralight is the last echo of what Auralyth once was—
a forgotten force that sings louder than silence and heals what the Abyss erased.

No one knows what it truly is.
Only that when it returns,
everything will change.

🩸 THE SONGS ARE SPELLS

This music isn’t commentary.
It’s canon.

Each song you hear is a fracture of the world, a spell forged in grief, rage, hope, or madness.

Every lyric holds a secret.
Every melody is a hidden key.

Some songs whisper of extinction.
Others speak of breaking chains.

Still others—like Lorelei—lure you into waters deeper than memory.
To listen is to awaken.
To sing is to fight back.

💫 THE GLITCH IN THE REALM

Not everything here is sacred.
Since the Abyss rose, reality itself has fractured.

One moment, you’re following prophecy beneath moonlit skies—
the next, you're haunted by absurd visions:
orange chicken gods, sarcastic spirits, and satirical apocalypses.

It’s chaos.
It’s confusion.
It’s intentional.

Some call it madness—
others call it survival.

If it feels like everything’s falling apart,
that’s because it is.

But if you're laughing despite it all…
you’ve already found a way to survive.

🌌 NOW YOU ARE HERE

There are cracks in this world—
and maybe you've seen them, too.

In the silence that shouldn’t exist.
In the ache that never had words.
In the dreams that felt more real than waking life.

If any part of you still remembers what it means to feel...
to fight...
to sing—

Then you're already part of the story.
Not just watching it.
Living it.

This is Auralyth.
Broken. Twisted. Still breathing.

And it’s waiting for you—
to write THE ENDLESS CHAPTER.